“It’s not like that. I’m…”

 

“What do you mean not like that?” His giant palm moved forward to slap my forehead.

 

…Well, he didn’t hit me, he just pressed his palm against it. Was he checking the temperature? He did the same last time.

 

“That’s weird. Why are you sweating so much when you don’t have a fever?”

 

“She was playing in the garden earlier… I think she spent too much time in the cold wind. She seems to be sick,” said Freya, who was quick to help, but somehow, her words made sense.

 

Izek immediately glared at me with a frustrated expression.

Just save my life.

 

“I don’t know if I’m married or if I’m taking care of a child…”

 

Hey, you cold-blooded b*stard! Yes, I’m a child! An innocent, idiotic, immature southern princess whose only friends are six-year-old princess’ of the same level of maturity! Please think that way all the time.

 

“I’m not going to get in trouble. I was so excited that I didn’t sleep well…”

 

“What was so exciting?”

 

I was going to say ‘Sleeping with you?’ but I changed my mind because I thought it was too much to say in front of young ones.

“I really want to open your head to take a look into it.” At the same time as these terrifying words came out, my feet lifted in the air.

Oh, no, no, you son of a b*tch! I’m being treated as a chick again!

 

“Haa?”

 

“Tell him to apologize next time. I don’t have much time today.”

My husband was consistently arrogant to everyone. What a know-it-all he was. I felt like I was slipping, so I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck.

 

Ha, what’s wrong with you after showing me your naked body? I want to whack the bouquet of flowers on your head, but I’ll put up with it.

 

“I’m heavy, so you can let me down.”

 

“And then you’ll bleed out again.”

No words. Oh, the same shame. The bloody nose from that time is a real shame.

 

I tried to argue that it was because I was sick, but I held it back because he might throw me away. I hate being thrown. It didn’t hurt much physically, but it’s still a kind of trauma.

 

Since we kept doing this, should I start working on getting his affection? The plan failed first, so now, one step at a time…

 

“I’m so happy to be in your arms like this.”

 

“……”

 

I thought you were…

 

song did Lorenzo sing

 

me that all of

 

“I don’t remember…”

 

made fun of your

 

what you knew. I… I can’t believe it.

 

him the lyrics of that horrible song. He shouldn’t start

right. I think

 

answer, I

going to have lunch with me

 

deal… yes. Why? You

 

I don’t. I don’t need a new torture! I thought I was going to die throwing up what I

 

just can’t believe it. Are you

 

already

 

“I’m so happy!”

 

my black heart burned, I quickly pressed my soft

 

I’m sure that’ll

 

“Sir…?”

Yes?

into view. A magnificent library-like place where the statues of saints loomed

 

just commit a sin by kissing my husband’s cheek in front of these people? Even though I was the one being hugged

 

can’t bring me all the way

 

welcome. I’ve been waiting

 

blonde archbishop greeted me politely,

 

uncle? He looked

 

me. My haughty husband

 

blank for some reason. What was wrong with

 

message to make sure

 

put Cesare aside? I felt uneasy in my husband’s arms. I wished he’d let me walk on my

 

been a place of special recognition of faith by the Holy Father. Lady Rudbeckia,

 

“Thank you.”

 

front of the entrance where the vineyard was visible and looked back

 

worried that you two weren’t here yet, but I think

 

Don’t mention that, please!

 

but no matter how hard I tried to think, I

 

the disadvantage of being the supporting role. That there was no detailed

 

to be tied to

 

eyes and looked at my husband. Not only I but also the Archbishop seemed a little confused by

the customs even

 

been refraining from going out because she hasn’t

 

why did he sound

 

with a caring smile, but he seemed uncomfortable

 

A sudden realization occurred. It was obvious that Izek

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