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.”

 

were an obvious recipe for

 

Izek just marry Flaya instead. He knew that it was next to

 

travelled all the way from the

 

ceremony, she suffered from seasickness the entire journey. Yet, in spite of that, all

 

blue eyes—her face

 

delicate. Like she would shatter from

 

he could not comprehend, Ivan felt

 

“She’s small.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“She’s small, really small.”

 

saying

 

she looks 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 about it from her perspective too. She’s been forced to come all the way here basically as a hostage.

 

was about to pick up his sword, paused and stared at

 

“Seriously, who are you?”

 

paladin too. And the pope’s daughter, the angel of Sistina,

 

time when you swore you

 

heard the news that

 

little sister was six

 

her to forget about a

 

won’t give up. And now

 

see she’s already capable of

 

trying to say is that your

 

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

 

a shrill, high-pitched voice cried

 

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

 

really

 

cut off this ear for yah,

 

“Aaaaah! P-Please don’t, sir!”

 

must have just looked

 

another scream did Ivan finally let go of the

 

Why’re you bothering us again,

 

teary, Lorenzo frantically checked to make sure both his ears were

 

at Lorenzo absentmindedly. To Lorenzo, he looked no different than a frost

 

“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

 

didn’t even understand what Lorenzo was

 

hell are you rambling on about

 

please stay away from my sister! If you don’t, t-that Borgia witch will kill

 

met her once and your big, fat head

 

then why did my sister lock herself in her room crying right

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