How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 8

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This was unexpected, so even I was a little surprised.

 

There was a commotion. Whether others were seeing or not, Izek grabbed me and turned me around to see for himself. Caught in his giant grasp, I felt like a chick trapped inside an eagle’s claw.

 

Was he going to hit me?

 

I didn’t care as long as I didn’t die.

 

“Say it again. Hiding…What are you going to do while hiding?”

 

“I-I’ll just hide and watch. Even if I follow you, you won’t know…”

“Do you want to die?”

 

His tone sounded pretty odd for a threat.

 

Of course, I was doing this so I wouldn’t die, so I shook my head.

 

“Then, why would you do that?”

 

“I, I…would like to see you, but I don’t want to be a nuisance…”

 

Like a cute fan.

Surely, he wouldn’t think his weak wife would try to assassinate him. There’s a saying that the only person brave enough to assassinate a paladin is a suicide lovers.

As I tried to make the eyes as teary as possible, my husband, who was staring at me with an unknown look, suddenly let out a sound similar to a sigh and touched his temple. At the same time, Sir Ivan, who was watching us with a somewhat absent-minded look, coughed, “Lady Rudbeckia, that’s a very dangerous act.”

 

“What?”

 

“I don’t mean that he’ll mistake his wife for an assassin. As you know, the North is a dangerous place, so we’re a little different from the knights who grew up in the South. It’s not as safe as the last time, but if you’re near us when we’re tracking down the monsters, we may kill you without knowing what’s going on.

I see.  Who knows what they would do if they were at their peak? Maybe they’ll be as hyperactive as humans would be on drugs. Naturally, I didn’t want to pretend to chase except where safety was guaranteed. But, I guess, I do look like a fangirl from their reactions. Thank you for misunderstanding, you delusional patients.

(T/N: 도끼병 is the term used here, apparently it’s a disease where the patient believes everybody has a crush on him/her xDDD)

“Oh, I’m in such trouble. I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m from the South…”

 

“Don’t say that. No wonder you don’t know. It’s fine, right? Hey, say something.”

 

Izek, who didn’t budge, was silent. He just stared at me with a strange look, chewing on his bottom lip.

 

He seemed to be thinking about how he’d get annoyed to death.

 

I stuttered with a glum expression, as much as possible.

 

“D-Don’t worry. I’ll never get you in trouble…”

 

you should have told me

 

chilling voice belonged to

 

at her brother with that impassive look

 

stopped by. You don’t even

 

who was still busy staring at me, with a slightly playful blow using

 

be a very natural

‘Where is the beauty?’ was made, but by maintaining an unmoving figure, Izek was making this barely cheerful atmosphere awkward again. By the way, his tight grip

Such a narrow-minded b*stard.

 

was interesting, though. I thought he’d just walk away

 

“You…”

 

The King has

 

had finally opened

the most

 

King Feanol spoke.

 

and gracious impression, said in a moderate yet business-like tone, “You must have taken trouble coming a long

also appreciate your hospitality,

nephew to appear on time for a banquet, but it seems like after getting married, little boys really do grow up. Isn’t

 

King Feanol had a considerable amount of money made by

with me, responded with a polite attitude

 

king’s expression became

 

was not an angry look, but one

why you never listen to me, even after I kept

the one who brought this on myself.” His

 

me carefully once, before leaving like a storm, clicking his tongue

 

behaviour overlapped

 

rang out from all

 

I will be the fool smiling even when my husband

 

hadn’t been Isis’

 

calmed down the king, who

 

a mole underneath her eye. Light coffee-colored skin, which was rare for royalty. She stood out. I remember someone said that she was a slave from the East, and my memory seemed

princess, it’s daring of you to look at me like that. Let’s say

 

six or seven years

 

at me, looked up at the

 

to Angvan Palace, Lady

“Thank you. Princess Ari.”

 

who hid herself behind the queen’s

 

was like a kitten

 

the princess was so insignificant

 

was a good enough lover to give the crown to a former Pagan slave, that too, a dancer. But he could not give his daughter, who resembled

 

no matter how hard the king tried. Furthermore, with cousins ​​like

 

sympathise with anyone, but I held a

 

world are not

 

the greeting, the banquet was

 

people talking, the laughter and the glasses clinking

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