How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 3

 

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“No.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because Elly said so.”

 

“Ugh, seriously, why do you try to get on my nerves every time we talk?”

 

“It’s not my fault that you have a thing for my little sister, you weirdo.”

 

Ivan knew that it was pointless to try and argue with him so he chose his next words carefully.

 

“What I’m trying to say is that, while you’ve been screwing around over here, your wife arrived from the South. I’m not telling you to go run and greet her, but at least have dinner with her on her first night here…”

 

“Judging by the looks of you, it seems like there are plenty of people willing to meet with her while I’m screwing around.”

 

Ivan let out a long sigh of defeat.

 

Izek smirked at him while untying his gauntlet straps.

 

“Am I wrong?”

 

“As a paladin of the North, I felt it was my duty to go and monitor Borgia’s spy—”

 

“Enough of your bullsh*t.”

 

“F*ck, fine, I admit it. I went and saw her because I was curious. Curious what the pope’s famous daughter looked like in person. Is that so wrong? If you’re so irritated by me going then why didn’t you go yourself, huh? Izek van Omerta you rude little sh*thead!”

 

“……”

 

“Sorry… I guess I got a little carried away.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Despite his delicate appearance which earned him the nickname ‘The Flower Knight’, Ivan was, to put it bluntly, incredibly short-tempered.

 

“You’re not gonna ask?”

 

“Ask what?”

 

“You know, if she really looks like her portrait, how her personality is, that kind of stuff. You’re not curious at all?”

 

“Not really.”

 

“Whatever. Either way you should still meet her. After all, it’s your obligation as her husband. And I’m only telling you this because I can’t stand to see you turn out like that duke—Rembrandt whatever-his-name-is—and become an international mockery. Lord knows what would happen if you were to get on the pope’s bad side.”

 

stubborn personality were

 

Flaya instead. He knew that it was

 

Rudbeckia, who had travelled all the way from the Port of Elmus to Omerta Castle,

 

the Vatican’s marriage ceremony, she suffered from seasickness the entire journey. Yet, in spite of that, all he could think about was her radiant smile as she stepped off the boat. She really was as beautiful as the rumors made her

 

golden hair and round, shimmering blue eyes—her face was as beautiful

 

delicate. Like she would shatter

 

not comprehend,

 

“She’s small.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“She’s small, really small.”

 

saying she’s a

 

so fragile that one dirty glare from you would be enough to kill her. It’s not like I don’t understand where you’re coming from, but try to think

 

who was about to pick up his

 

“Seriously, who are you?”

 

daughter, the angel of Sistina, is now my comrade’s wife. So you better get your

 

there was once a time when you swore you would

 

sister cried when she heard the news that you were

 

was six

 

her to forget about a bad guy like

 

up. And now

 

she’s already capable

 

was trying to

 

Borgias were famous for their shiny exterior, but did you seriously fall for her

 

them, a shrill, high-pitched voice

 

out his sword, pointing it straight at the approaching boy. The blade’s sharp

 

really

 

cut off this ear

 

“Aaaaah! P-Please don’t, sir!”

 

those that didn’t know what was going on, it must have just looked like a knight harassing a

 

Ivan finally let go of the

 

it? Why’re you bothering

 

frantically checked to make sure both his

 

crossed, glanced at Lorenzo absentmindedly. To Lorenzo, he looked no different than a frost wolf that had just escaped

 

“M-My older sister…”

 

“What?”

 

you married her, b-but for the time being, I beg you to

 

understand what Lorenzo was talking

 

you rambling on about now?! Kids

 

stay away from my

 

even met her once and your big, fat

 

lock herself in her room

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