How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 8

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This was unexpected, so even I was a little surprised.

 

There was a commotion. Whether others were seeing or not, Izek grabbed me and turned me around to see for himself. Caught in his giant grasp, I felt like a chick trapped inside an eagle’s claw.

 

Was he going to hit me?

 

I didn’t care as long as I didn’t die.

 

“Say it again. Hiding…What are you going to do while hiding?”

 

“I-I’ll just hide and watch. Even if I follow you, you won’t know…”

“Do you want to die?”

 

His tone sounded pretty odd for a threat.

 

Of course, I was doing this so I wouldn’t die, so I shook my head.

 

“Then, why would you do that?”

 

“I, I…would like to see you, but I don’t want to be a nuisance…”

 

Like a cute fan.

Surely, he wouldn’t think his weak wife would try to assassinate him. There’s a saying that the only person brave enough to assassinate a paladin is a suicide lovers.

As I tried to make the eyes as teary as possible, my husband, who was staring at me with an unknown look, suddenly let out a sound similar to a sigh and touched his temple. At the same time, Sir Ivan, who was watching us with a somewhat absent-minded look, coughed, “Lady Rudbeckia, that’s a very dangerous act.”

 

“What?”

 

“I don’t mean that he’ll mistake his wife for an assassin. As you know, the North is a dangerous place, so we’re a little different from the knights who grew up in the South. It’s not as safe as the last time, but if you’re near us when we’re tracking down the monsters, we may kill you without knowing what’s going on.

I see.  Who knows what they would do if they were at their peak? Maybe they’ll be as hyperactive as humans would be on drugs. Naturally, I didn’t want to pretend to chase except where safety was guaranteed. But, I guess, I do look like a fangirl from their reactions. Thank you for misunderstanding, you delusional patients.

(T/N: 도끼병 is the term used here, apparently it’s a disease where the patient believes everybody has a crush on him/her xDDD)

“Oh, I’m in such trouble. I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m from the South…”

 

“Don’t say that. No wonder you don’t know. It’s fine, right? Hey, say something.”

 

Izek, who didn’t budge, was silent. He just stared at me with a strange look, chewing on his bottom lip.

 

He seemed to be thinking about how he’d get annoyed to death.

 

I stuttered with a glum expression, as much as possible.

 

“D-Don’t worry. I’ll never get you in trouble…”

 

had changed, you should have told me in

 

chilling voice belonged

 

looked at her brother

 

by. You don’t even know how to be grateful for the beauty at

 

atmosphere by hitting Izek’s arm, who was still busy staring at me, with a slightly playful blow using the tip of her

 

to be

unmoving figure, Izek was making this barely cheerful atmosphere awkward again. By the way,

Such a narrow-minded b*stard.

 

interesting, though. I thought he’d just walk

 

“You…”

 

The King

 

when he had finally opened his

the most appropriate

 

King Feanol spoke.

 

with a gentle and gracious impression, said in a moderate yet business-like tone, “You must have taken trouble coming a long way, but I’m happy to have your

also appreciate your hospitality,

to appear on time for a banquet, but it seems like after getting married, little boys

 

amount of money made

gotten enough money due to his marriage with me, responded with a polite attitude to the jab, “The

 

king’s expression became

 

an angry look, but one

why you never listen to me, even after I kept

I even blame? Since I was the one who brought this on myself.” His cynical tone was so cold

 

before leaving like a

 

behaviour overlapped

 

rang out from all over the

 

as much as you can. I will be the fool

 

only he hadn’t been Isis’

 

bride will be surprised.” The queen gently calmed down the king, who was

 

eye. Light coffee-colored skin, which was rare for royalty. She stood out. I remember someone said that she was a slave from

daring of you to look at me like that. Let’s say hello with

 

six or

 

princess, who was staring at me, looked up at the queen, who slightly pushed her back. Her long

 

to Angvan

“Thank you. Princess Ari.”

 

greeted her with a big smile, the princess, who

 

was like a kitten

 

was clear why the existence of the

 

Feanol was a good enough lover to give the crown to a former Pagan slave, that too, a dancer. But he could not give his daughter, who resembled her mother and had those familiar pagan characteristics, the same position as any

 

cousins ​​like Izek and Ellenia, Ari

 

in a position to sympathise with anyone, but

 

and that world are not

 

the greeting, the banquet

 

played, the sound of people talking, the laughter and the glasses clinking was all that

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