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.”

 

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

 

knew that it was next

 

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

 

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

 

blue eyes—her face was as beautiful

 

fragile, so delicate. Like she would

 

reasons even he could not comprehend, Ivan

 

“She’s small.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“She’s small, really small.”

 

you saying

 

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. It must be incredibly frightening

 

to pick up his sword, paused

 

“Seriously, who are you?”

 

knight of the North. A paladin too. And the pope’s daughter, the angel of Sistina, is now my comrade’s wife. So

 

there was once a time when

 

sister cried when she heard the news that you were getting

 

was six

 

forget about a bad

 

And now

 

capable of manipulating you,

 

to

 

their shiny exterior, but did you seriously fall for her after looking at her once and

 

shrill, high-pitched voice cried

 

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

 

S-Sorry, I’m really

 

should cut off this ear

 

“Aaaaah! P-Please don’t, sir!”

 

was going on, it must have just looked like a

 

scream did Ivan finally let go of the fifteen

 

it? Why’re you bothering

 

Lorenzo frantically checked to make sure both his

 

looked no different than a

 

“M-My older sister…”

 

“What?”

 

if you married her, b-but for the time

 

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

 

the hell are you rambling on about now?! Kids these

 

that, until your current marriage is over, please stay away from my sister! If

 

met her once and your big,

 

why did my sister lock herself in her room crying right after visiting Omerta Castle? She’s never done anything

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