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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.”

 

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

 

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

 

the way from the Port of Elmus to

 

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 as the

 

hair and round, shimmering blue eyes—her face was

 

so delicate. Like she

 

not comprehend, Ivan felt responsible

 

“She’s small.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“She’s small, really small.”

 

you saying she’s a

 

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

 

pick up his

 

“Seriously, who are you?”

 

the pope’s daughter, the angel of Sistina, is

 

was once a time when

 

cried when she heard the news that you

 

was six years

 

forget about a bad guy like

 

what I told her but she won’t give up. And now I’m jealous that

 

see she’s already capable of manipulating

 

trying to say is that your

 

shiny exterior, but did you seriously fall for her

 

a shrill, high-pitched voice cried

 

sword, pointing it straight at the

 

really sorry,

 

I should cut off this ear for yah,

 

“Aaaaah! P-Please don’t, sir!”

 

on, it must have

 

out another scream did Ivan finally let go of the

 

you bothering us again,

 

make sure both

 

no different than a

 

“M-My older sister…”

 

“What?”

 

think it’d be great if you married her, b-but for the time being,

 

understand what Lorenzo was talking about. So Ivan snapped

 

hell are you rambling on about now?! Kids

 

stay away from my

 

really have no shame, huh? You haven’t even met her once and your big, fat head is already full

 

my sister lock herself in her room crying right

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