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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.”

 

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

 

restrained himself from suggesting that Izek just marry Flaya instead. He knew that it was next to

 

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

 

spite of that, all he could think about was her radiant smile as she stepped off the boat. She

 

flowing, spiral golden hair and round, shimmering blue eyes—her face was

 

Like she would shatter

 

could not comprehend, Ivan felt responsible

 

“She’s small.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“She’s small, really small.”

 

saying she’s

 

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

 

up

 

“Seriously, who are you?”

 

of the North. A paladin too. And the pope’s daughter, the angel of Sistina, is now

 

there was once a time when you swore you would

 

when she heard the news that you were getting married.

 

sister was

 

forget about a bad guy like

 

give up. And now I’m jealous that she

 

see she’s already capable of

 

I was trying to say

 

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

 

shrill, high-pitched voice

 

sword, pointing it straight at the approaching

 

really sorry,

 

I should cut off this ear

 

“Aaaaah! P-Please don’t, sir!”

 

on, it must have just looked like a knight

 

let out another scream did Ivan finally let go of

 

it? Why’re you bothering

 

frantically checked to make sure both

 

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

 

“M-My older sister…”

 

“What?”

 

ends, I think it’d be great if you married her, b-but for the time being, I beg you to pretend like you don’t know my sister

 

even understand what Lorenzo was talking about. So Ivan

 

are you rambling on about now?! Kids

 

please stay away from my sister! If you don’t,

 

haven’t even met her once and your

 

herself in

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