How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 33

 

“…isn’t your sister okay now?”

 

“What you see isn’t everything.”

 

Phew. Fortunately, Andymion or Lorenzo didn’t seem to have seen me either.

 

This was a surprising combination. Were they always this close? Trainees often hung out near the temple. Shouldn’t they be working?

 

If Andymion was here, it was a little more likely that Izek was here as well…

 

Damn it, if it weren’t for Lorenzo, I’d say hello and ask.

“Then sit quietly next to her. Why did you crawl all the way here? You’re on probation.”

 

“Shut up. Wouldn’t your eyes roll over if your sister suddenly vomited blood and almost died?”

 

“I don’t have a sister. Even if I did, I wouldn’t turn my eyes to the wrong person like an a**hole..”

 

… something struck me as odd. Had Andymion’s way of speaking always been that rough? Besides, I think he was talking about me. As I was listening carefully, I heard the two of them moving. I shifted to the other side, but the loud voices gradually grew farther away as if they were fighting.

 

“Ha, the wrong person?”

 

“Are you aware that if it weren’t for your father, you’d never have dreamed of being a Paladin in your entire life?”

 

“Do you think I’m the size of a rat, like you? You damn b*stard, you don’t even have any patriotism. F*ck you and the Pope or whatever. Such rotten pigs won’t dare to do anything to the North.”

 

“I’ve never seen someone spout blasphemy in the front yard of the temple. Stop making silly comments. Go train and get rid of your delusions. She’s soon-to-be Duchess Omerta. Don’t forget that.”

 

“Don’t get me wrong, you son of a b*tch. It’s the Borgian lady who pretends to be naive, only bringing shame to Omerta’s name.”

 

“Hey, this is so…”

 

“Why, you didn’t know? The next time we meet, she’ll have that shameless look on her face…”

I’d heard enough. They were now so far away that it was harder to overhear, and I didn’t want to hear more.

 

Brutal. So brutal. What was wrong with my face?

 

That little b*stard was good at talking nonsense.

Feeling goosebumps rise, I touched my cheeks. I guess I had been looking down on the notoriety of my family. But, what evidence was there that made him firmly believe me to be the culprit?

 

Ha, I didn’t know who the real criminal was, but there was no way Freya or anyone else would believe me. Sad, sad. Although it was a false accusation, this world did not have a human rights concept itself, and so, even minor disasters seem big.

 

While I was walking aimlessly in any direction with a confused mind, I realized that I had already left the temple. My head was spinning when I thought about whether to go back to the temple where the carriage was parked.

 

I was tired. I was tired physically and mentally. The symptoms of the sickness were worse than before. In case anyone saw me, I crept into any bushes nearby. Sitting curled up in the bushes, cold sweat rolled down my cheeks.

 

Hold on, hold on a bit.. Where do I go……? Where do I stay?


It hurts. I’ve never been this sick before. Why does my body hurt so much?

 

It would be better if others could tell I was sick, but even if I said I was sick, they’ll say I was faking it.

 

It hurts. It hurts so much. It hurts so damn much. My husband… that cold-blooded b*stard.

My nose was bleeding again.

Hey.

Why have you been nice to me?

Why did you look at me with those weird eyes?

Why did you look so tired every time I laughed?

Why did you act like that when you saw my scar?

Why did you hesitate so much?

Why didn’t you just leave me behind?

I was too

so angry if

hadn’t been so kind. Why did you make me look forward to it? Why did you fool me into expecting that

 

Po, po, po, po…

 

sound made my ears perk up even with my messed-up consciousness. This sound… No

 

“Po, po, po…”

 

“…Popo?”

“Po, po…”

 

“Popo!”

 

never thought I’d meet you here! I

Popo. A huge mouth with crocodile-like teeth and a chubby body like a rabbit-penguin hybrid approached me excitedly. Oh, it

 

“Po, po?”

 

you doing here? This is near

 

“Po, po, po.”

 

you come

 

rocked its huge body back and

 

of emotion came out. And a nosebleed,

 

I’m sick. But no one

 

“Po?”

 

it’s good to

 

of sparkling green eyes for a moment and soon stretched out its

 

What?

 

you taking

 

“Po, po.”

 

I’m gone, no one

 

“Po?”

 

live in hiding with

consciousness. My body dropped down without feeling any pressure. Popo’s arms, which hugged

“Look at this.”

 

you get the

 

You overworked idiot. Do you have any idea how ugly you look right now? Do you have any idea how bloody your eyes look? If you have a conscience, why don’t you go to your house and get some

Crash!

 

which was thrown weakly to the floor, was reduced

 

conscienceless son of a b*tch worries

 

didn’t ask you to

 

with their eyes open for 79 hours. Ah, whatever, you’re just

 

 Izek stopped frowning. Somehow, he thought he had

 

already been

 

feel sleepy all

 

but I

 

if you suddenly fall down during

 

trainee days, he stayed up all night for

that person fall out of the sky or something? This is out of our jurisdiction, at this point, just let the city guard take care of it. They’re better at looking for a wanted man than we are.

 

“Is he really gone?”

 

glanced back at the narrow, dark alley just passed instead of

 

himself couldn’t even tell what

 

this because I don’t know how you feel? I know you’re pissed off because Freya’s been

 

“I’m not that angry.”

 

are you talking about? Then, why the f*ck are you being like

79 hours

 

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