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

 

voice belonged to

 

and looked at her brother with that impassive look on her

 

could have stopped by. You don’t even know how to

 

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

 

be a

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 grip still had my

Such a narrow-minded b*stard.

 

I thought he’d just walk away like last

 

“You…”

 

The King has

 

he had finally opened his mouth, a magnificent horn

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 coming a long way, but

appreciate your hospitality, Your

time for a banquet, but it seems

 

Feanol had a considerable amount

with me, responded with

 

king’s expression

 

look, but

listen to me, even

can I even say, and whom can I even blame? Since I was the one who brought this on myself.” His cynical tone was so cold that everyone who listened to it felt chills run down

 

me carefully once, before leaving like a

 

behaviour overlapped

 

out from all over

 

I will be the fool smiling even when my husband throws

 

he hadn’t been Isis’

 

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

 

royalty. She stood out. I remember someone said that she was a slave from

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

 

six or

 

the queen, who slightly pushed

 

to Angvan

“Thank you. Princess Ari.”

 

I greeted her with a big smile, the princess, who hid herself behind the

 

like a kitten

 

it was clear why the existence of the princess was

 

a former Pagan slave, that too, a dancer. But he could not give his daughter, who resembled her mother

 

​​like Izek and Ellenia, Ari would be an

 

sympathise with anyone, but I held a bit of

 

world are not much

 

the greeting, the banquet was carried

 

talking, the laughter and the glasses clinking was all that could be

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