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…”

there’s something we were

“What is it?”

Freya and went in, that

 What about Lorenzo?

feeling made Izek turn to

“Lord Izek!”

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

P-Princess Ellenia’s

“Ellen? What happened?”

breath. Finally, Ivan, whose fuse burnt out, was about to

Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp.

my ears. The smell of

my heavy head to the left, I was stunned by the

back at me, raising

its half-folded wings, including the face, and the two front feet, looked exactly like those of birds, but

was even a long line with a clear leopard pattern attached to the part that was supposed to be its

Probably the tail.

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

eating

for a moment and put up a silent tribute to the poor horse. I think I lost consciousness after

tell me this was Popo’s

to prefer human meat

the roof like jewels felt unnecessarily artistic. As I turned to the right, I saw

trying to get up, stomped one front

Hic.

a moment

about what to say, the monster, Griffin or whatever, bit into something with its giant beak, appearing very threatening and came close to

dropped something on

“Ah!”

other than the thigh of a

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

“….”

po,

back hastily at the sound of a welcome ringing at the

this way with something wrapped in giant leaves in its arms. When Popo saw me, it stopped on the spot. Popo turned to Griffin, probably talking to it, while I wondered what

thought crossed my mind

was staring at Griffin with a hint of reproach. And

Huh?

not long before Popo picked up the horse’s leg, which was randomly placed on my lap, and threw it

Slap!

for giving me food,

“Po, po.”

“Purung.”

“Po.”

understand what they’re saying. Don’t tell me you

talk. It was a

they’d probably say I

Griffin, who turned its