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?

did you nag me that I was too

so angry

I wouldn’t have had such a stupid hope. If only you hadn’t been so kind. Why did you make me

 

Po, po, po, po…

 

ears perk up even with my messed-up

 

“Po, po, po…”

 

“…Popo?”

“Po, po…”

 

“Popo!”

 

thought I’d meet

body like a rabbit-penguin hybrid approached me excitedly. Oh, it

 

“Po, po?”

 

doing here? This is

 

“Po, po, po.”

 

come looking

 

huge body

 

came out. And

 

I’m sick. But no

 

“Po?”

 

good

 

helplessly, Popo stared at me with a pair of sparkling green eyes for a moment and soon stretched out its

 

What?

 

are you taking me

 

“Po, po.”

 

I’m gone, no one would

 

“Po?”

 

I’d rather live in hiding with you

dropped down without feeling any pressure. Popo’s arms, which hugged me tightly, were all

“Look at this.”

 

you get the

 

now? Do you have any idea how bloody your eyes look? If you have a conscience, why don’t you

Crash!

 

the floor, was reduced

 

conscienceless son of

 

ask

 

around with their eyes open for

 

stopped frowning. Somehow, he thought he had

 

been

 

Do you feel sleepy

 

I have a

 

don’t care if you suddenly fall down during the search. I’ve

 

trainee days, he stayed up all night for five days.

this point, just let the city guard take care of it. They’re better

 

“Is he really gone?”

 

mean?” Izek glanced back at the narrow, dark alley just passed instead

 

even tell what he wanted to

 

feel? I know you’re pissed off because Freya’s been through this,

 

“I’m not that angry.”

 

you talking about? Then, why the

79 hours

 

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