How to Get My Husband on My Side

Ivan stared at Izek’s indifferent figure, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity, and soon muttered aloud, “Oh my God, do you happen to…”

“Anyway, from what I saw, it is unfair to suspect only the temple, as magic stones are sold in the black market too. The servant may have used a magic stone on purpose to make us doubt them. Go find enemies of Marquis Furiana or Frey…”

“Hey.”

“What now?”

Izek stopped walking and looked back, tiredness evident on his face. There were dark shadows beneath his eyes. Ivan gulped, his mouth drying up because there was nothing more dangerous than a sleepless monster.

“Was that why?”

“What?”

“That’s why you’ve been trying to find the servant for 79 hours. Was that why?”

Silence fell. Ivan, who was arguing out of nowhere, and Izek, who stopped talking, just stared at each other silently for a long time.

“What, why?”

“The opposite of what I think.”

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re annoyed because you’re suspicious of your wife. You, what if you found the criminal, and he has something to do with your wife’s family or your wife?”

Izek just walked back without a reply. Finally, the narrow streets ended and an open square with mosaic decorations greeted them. Yes, that was what it was. Ivan only realized the source of the unsettling feeling that he had sensed all this time. That b*stard wasn’t always searching the city to arrest the criminal in the first place.

If he was caught by Izek, and if the person who sent him was a noble of Elendale, he might be lucky to save his life. But if he was related to the temple or to the Romagna’s side… it would be hard to find a trace.

“What if your wife…”

“I don’t care.”

“What?”

“I don’t care.”

It didn’t matter. He wasn’t saying that he didn’t doubt his wife at all. It just really didn’t matter.

Even if she was involved, she was told to do so at the instruction of her family. It didn’t matter if she had or didn’t have anything to do with it. Even if it was possible to completely remove the only evidence related to this… but how was that possible? Ivan felt an unfamiliar wave swirling through his head. Of course, he didn’t think Rudbeckia was the one to do it, but her family was something different, and he felt that Izek was acting like a completely different person around Rudbeckia these days.

It wasn’t anyone, but Freya, who almost died.

And yet, he was his wife, the woman he hated so much.

“Why are you so……”

“Damn it, I don’t know either. Stop talking.”

I don’t know. I don’t know either.

Izek kept looking out from the corner of his eye. Paladins waiting on one side of the square slowly approached them trying to erase the afterimage on the street.

“Hey, Izek.”

“What again? Stop talking…”

something we were actually hiding

“What is it?”

took Freya and went in,

 What about Lorenzo?

nerve-wracking feeling made Izek

“Lord Izek!”

them in a hurry. He couldn’t just ignore him

earlier, P-Princess Ellenia’s message

“Ellen? What happened?”

while Andymion caught his breath. Finally, Ivan, whose fuse burnt out, was about to explode, but Andymion shouted

Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp.

again as an unidentified noise tickled my ears. The smell of

head to the left, I was stunned by

giant bird glanced back at me,

face, and the two front feet, looked exactly like those

clear leopard pattern attached to the part that was supposed to be its

Probably the tail.

looked strange, half-eagle and half-leopard. Also, what was it eating? The monster, who looked just like a  Griffin, stared at me for a moment, its cool green eyes felt somewhat solemn, and then, it calmly focused on eating

it was eating

a moment and put up a silent tribute to the poor horse. I think I lost consciousness after Pop hugged me, but where did Popo go? Why was Griffin, a ferocious monster,

me this was Popo’s

human meat

from the roof like jewels felt unnecessarily artistic. As I

who saw me trying to get up, stomped one front

Hic.

a

Griffin or whatever, bit into something with its giant beak,

it dropped something

“Ah!”

was none other than the thigh

scream almost leaked out, but I suppressed it. Why was it giving

“….”

po,

sound of

way with something wrapped in giant leaves in its arms. When Popo saw me,

strange thought crossed my

been purely my illusion, but Popo was staring at Griffin with a hint of reproach. And

Huh?

the horse’s leg, which was randomly

Slap!

was hit for giving me

“Po, po.”

“Purung.”

“Po.”

they’re saying. Don’t tell me

I whispered carefully, and both of them looked back at me, as if waiting for me to talk. It was a situation where other people would think their lives

probably say I was out of

me or not, Griffin, who turned its head first, began to focus on the meal