***

“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

 

instead. He knew that it was next to impossible and Izek

 

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

 

that, all he could

 

blue eyes—her

 

so fragile, so delicate. Like she would shatter

 

he could not comprehend, Ivan felt

 

“She’s small.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“She’s small, really small.”

 

you saying

 

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.

 

to pick up

 

“Seriously, who are you?”

 

too. And the pope’s daughter, the angel of Sistina, is now my comrade’s wife. So you better get your *ss over there and meet

 

there was once a time when you swore you would slay the

 

cried when she heard the news that

 

little sister was six years

 

her to forget about a bad guy

 

give up. And now I’m jealous that she cares

 

see she’s already capable of

 

what I was trying to say is

 

shiny exterior, but did you seriously fall for her after

 

shrill, high-pitched

 

it straight at the approaching

 

S-Sorry, I’m really

 

should cut off this ear for

 

“Aaaaah! P-Please don’t, sir!”

 

those that didn’t know what was going on, it must have just looked

 

out another scream did Ivan finally

 

it? Why’re you bothering

 

checked to make sure both his ears

 

To Lorenzo, he looked no different than a frost wolf

 

“M-My older sister…”

 

“What?”

 

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

 

at all. It seemed like he didn’t even understand what Lorenzo was talking about.

 

are you rambling on about

 

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

 

no shame, huh? You haven’t even met her once and your big, fat

 

not prejudice! If it was prejudice, then why did my sister lock herself in her room crying right after visiting

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255