How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 33

 

“…isn’t your sister okay now?”

 

“What you see isn’t everything.”

 

Phew. Fortunately, Andymion or Lorenzo didn’t seem to have seen me either.

 

This was a surprising combination. Were they always this close? Trainees often hung out near the temple. Shouldn’t they be working?

 

If Andymion was here, it was a little more likely that Izek was here as well…

 

Damn it, if it weren’t for Lorenzo, I’d say hello and ask.

“Then sit quietly next to her. Why did you crawl all the way here? You’re on probation.”

 

“Shut up. Wouldn’t your eyes roll over if your sister suddenly vomited blood and almost died?”

 

“I don’t have a sister. Even if I did, I wouldn’t turn my eyes to the wrong person like an a**hole..”

 

… something struck me as odd. Had Andymion’s way of speaking always been that rough? Besides, I think he was talking about me. As I was listening carefully, I heard the two of them moving. I shifted to the other side, but the loud voices gradually grew farther away as if they were fighting.

 

“Ha, the wrong person?”

 

“Are you aware that if it weren’t for your father, you’d never have dreamed of being a Paladin in your entire life?”

 

“Do you think I’m the size of a rat, like you? You damn b*stard, you don’t even have any patriotism. F*ck you and the Pope or whatever. Such rotten pigs won’t dare to do anything to the North.”

 

“I’ve never seen someone spout blasphemy in the front yard of the temple. Stop making silly comments. Go train and get rid of your delusions. She’s soon-to-be Duchess Omerta. Don’t forget that.”

 

“Don’t get me wrong, you son of a b*tch. It’s the Borgian lady who pretends to be naive, only bringing shame to Omerta’s name.”

 

“Hey, this is so…”

 

“Why, you didn’t know? The next time we meet, she’ll have that shameless look on her face…”

I’d heard enough. They were now so far away that it was harder to overhear, and I didn’t want to hear more.

 

Brutal. So brutal. What was wrong with my face?

 

That little b*stard was good at talking nonsense.

Feeling goosebumps rise, I touched my cheeks. I guess I had been looking down on the notoriety of my family. But, what evidence was there that made him firmly believe me to be the culprit?

 

Ha, I didn’t know who the real criminal was, but there was no way Freya or anyone else would believe me. Sad, sad. Although it was a false accusation, this world did not have a human rights concept itself, and so, even minor disasters seem big.

 

While I was walking aimlessly in any direction with a confused mind, I realized that I had already left the temple. My head was spinning when I thought about whether to go back to the temple where the carriage was parked.

 

I was tired. I was tired physically and mentally. The symptoms of the sickness were worse than before. In case anyone saw me, I crept into any bushes nearby. Sitting curled up in the bushes, cold sweat rolled down my cheeks.

 

Hold on, hold on a bit.. Where do I go……? Where do I stay?


It hurts. I’ve never been this sick before. Why does my body hurt so much?

 

It would be better if others could tell I was sick, but even if I said I was sick, they’ll say I was faking it.

 

It hurts. It hurts so much. It hurts so damn much. My husband… that cold-blooded b*stard.

My nose was bleeding again.

Hey.

Why have you been nice to me?

Why did you look at me with those weird eyes?

Why did you look so tired every time I laughed?

Why did you act like that when you saw my scar?

Why did you hesitate so much?

Why didn’t you just leave me behind?

I was too skinny, and made us

are you so angry if I get

been so kind. Why did you make me look forward

 

Po, po, po, po…

 

even with my messed-up consciousness. This sound… No

 

“Po, po, po…”

 

“…Popo?”

“Po, po…”

 

“Popo!”

 

never thought I’d meet you

huge mouth with crocodile-like teeth and a chubby body like a rabbit-penguin hybrid approached me excitedly.

 

“Po, po?”

 

what are you doing here? This is near

 

“Po, po, po.”

 

come looking for

 

its huge body

 

Tears of emotion came out.

 

sick. But no

 

“Po?”

 

good to

 

of sparkling green eyes for a moment and soon stretched out

 

What?

 

you

 

“Po, po.”

 

gone, no one

 

“Po?”

 

rather live

any pressure. Popo’s arms, which hugged me tightly, were all slippery, but they were

“Look at this.”

 

did you

 

overworked idiot. Do you have any idea how ugly you look right now? Do you have any idea how bloody your eyes look? If you have a conscience, why don’t

Crash!

 

weakly to the floor, was reduced to shards. Ivan clicked

 

son of a b*tch

 

didn’t ask you to

 

someone running around with their eyes open for 79 hours. Ah,

 

frowning. Somehow, he

 

already been that

 

sleepy all of

 

but I have

 

care if you suddenly fall down during the search. I’ve warned

 

trainee days, he stayed up all night for five days. He didn’t know

point, just let the city guard take care of it.

 

“Is he really gone?”

 

What do you mean?” Izek glanced back at the narrow, dark alley just passed instead

 

couldn’t even tell what he wanted

 

doing this because I don’t know how you feel? I know you’re pissed off because

 

“I’m not that angry.”

 

are you talking about? Then, why

have heard about the 79 hours part. Now, he has a

 

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