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 actually hiding from

“What is it?”

you took Freya and went in, that

 What about Lorenzo?

made Izek turn to Ivan. And

“Lord Izek!”

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

earlier, P-Princess Ellenia’s message

“Ellen? What happened?”

burnt out, was

Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp.

as an unidentified noise tickled my ears. The smell

my heavy head to the left, I was stunned by the sight that entered this grim and slowly

bird glanced back at me,

its half-folded wings, including the face, and the two front feet, looked exactly like those of birds, but the lower half of its body, including the hind legs, were shaped

was even a long line with a clear leopard pattern

Probably the tail.

it eating? The monster, who looked just like a  Griffin, stared at me for a

was eating a

up a silent tribute to the poor horse. I think I lost consciousness

me this was Popo’s

seemed to prefer human meat

The icicles hanging from the roof like jewels felt unnecessarily artistic. As I turned to the right, I saw an entrance not too

get up, stomped one front foot and stared

Hic.

was a moment of

to say, the monster, Griffin or whatever, bit

it dropped something

“Ah!”

the

but I suppressed it. Why was it giving this

“….”

po, po,

at the sound of

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

thought crossed my mind for a

purely my illusion, but Popo was staring at Griffin with a hint of reproach. And the Griffin made a bizarre sound as if

Huh?

up the horse’s leg, which was randomly

Slap!

for giving me food, complained to Popo,

“Po, po.”

“Purung.”

“Po.”

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

looked back at me, as if waiting for me to talk. It was a situation where other people would think their lives were in danger,

If anyone saw me, they’d probably say

it understood me or not, Griffin, who turned its head first, began to focus