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…”

 

you

 

chilling voice

 

her brother with

 

don’t even know how to be grateful for the beauty

 

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

 

seemed to be a

atmosphere where you would usually hear a reply like ‘Where is the beauty?’ was made, but by maintaining an unmoving figure, Izek was making this barely cheerful atmosphere awkward again. By the way, his tight

Such a narrow-minded b*stard.

 

thought he’d just walk away like last

 

“You…”

 

Majesty The

 

had finally opened his mouth,

the most

 

King Feanol spoke.

 

King of the North, with a gentle and gracious impression, said in a moderate yet business-like tone, “You must have taken trouble

appreciate your hospitality,

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

 

considerable amount of money

with me, responded with a polite attitude to

 

expression

 

not an angry look, but one of strange

you never listen to me, even after I kept requesting for so

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

 

at me, looking at me carefully once, before leaving like a storm, clicking his

 

child-like behaviour

 

rang out from all over

 

yes, laugh as much as you can. I will be the fool smiling

 

hadn’t been

 

calmed down the king, who was about to burst into a fit.

 

skin, which was rare for royalty. She stood out. I remember someone said that she was a slave from the East, and my memory

of you to look at me

 

or

 

eyes, the princess, who was staring at me, looked up at the queen, who slightly pushed her back. Her long braided reddish-brown hair swayed as

 

Angvan Palace, Lady

“Thank you. Princess Ari.”

 

who hid herself behind the

 

like

 

clear why the existence of the princess was so insignificant in the

 

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

 

with cousins ​​like

 

to sympathise with anyone, but I held a

 

that world are not much different

 

the greeting, the banquet was carried forward in

 

the bands played, the sound of people talking, the laughter and the

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