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.”

 

work and Rudbeckia’s stubborn personality were an obvious recipe for disaster. Some people were already betting on the

 

Flaya instead. He knew that it was next to impossible

 

way from

 

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

 

round, shimmering blue eyes—her face was as beautiful as a porcelain

 

fragile, so delicate. Like she would

 

not comprehend, Ivan felt

 

“She’s small.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“She’s small, really small.”

 

you saying she’s a

 

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 and

 

to pick up

 

“Seriously, who are you?”

 

angel of Sistina, is now my comrade’s wife. So

 

time when you swore you would slay the

 

my little sister cried when she heard the news

 

little sister was

 

about a bad

 

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

 

she’s already capable of manipulating you,

 

trying to

 

exterior, but did you seriously fall for her after

 

them, a shrill, high-pitched voice cried

 

his sword, pointing it

 

S-Sorry, I’m really

 

cut off this ear for

 

“Aaaaah! P-Please don’t, sir!”

 

on, it must have just looked like a knight harassing

 

Ivan finally let go of the fifteen year-old

 

you bothering us

 

frantically checked to make sure both his ears were still

 

looked no different than a frost wolf that

 

“M-My older sister…”

 

“What?”

 

b-but for the

 

he didn’t even understand what Lorenzo was talking about.

 

are you rambling on about now?! Kids these

 

I meant is that, until your current marriage is over, please stay

 

have no shame, huh? You haven’t even met her once and

 

prejudice, then why did my sister lock herself in her room crying right after visiting Omerta Castle?

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