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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.”

 

no one believed that this marriage was going to last. Izek’s obsession with his work and Rudbeckia’s stubborn personality were an obvious recipe for disaster. Some people were already betting on the number of weeks left before the marriage

 

knew that

 

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

 

acted as a representative at 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

 

round, shimmering blue eyes—her face was

 

Like she would shatter

 

he could not comprehend, Ivan felt

 

“She’s small.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“She’s small, really small.”

 

you saying she’s

 

would be enough to kill her. It’s not like I don’t understand where you’re coming from, but try to think about it from her perspective too. She’s

 

pick up his sword, paused

 

“Seriously, who are you?”

 

daughter, the angel of Sistina, is

 

when you swore you would

 

heard the news that

 

sister was six years

 

her to forget about a

 

but she won’t give up. And now I’m jealous that she cares more about

 

she’s already capable of

 

trying to say

 

seriously fall for her after looking at her once

 

a shrill, high-pitched voice

 

out his sword, pointing it straight at

 

I’m really sorry,

 

I should cut off this

 

“Aaaaah! P-Please don’t, sir!”

 

was going on, it must have just looked like a

 

Ivan finally let go of the fifteen year-old rookie’s

 

Why’re you bothering us again,

 

to make

 

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

 

at all. It seemed like he didn’t even understand what Lorenzo was talking about. So Ivan snapped

 

rambling on about now?! Kids these

 

meant is that, until your current marriage is over, please stay away from my

 

her once and your big, fat head

 

sister lock herself in her room crying right after visiting Omerta Castle?

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