How to Get My Husband on My Side

For now, I decided to put aside the suspicions, reply to Cesare’s letter, which was postponed due to the running away disturbance, and go to the temple to meet the archbishop.

The contents of Cesaren’s letter were as dry and to the point as usual.

The Romangnan border turmoil and the Limini march had been successfully concluded, and the family was doing well and often thought of me.

As usual, writing back was quite a difficult task.

He was a man who wouldn’t look twice at a letter, even if you wrote briefly.

I was sure he heard the whole story of my runaway incident. I also thought he would have liked it because he wouldn’t want me to be doing very well here.

Anyway, I roughly skipped that part and poured out all kinds of flattery and insincere words, including that I wanted to see him as we had a lot to talk about.

This was just my fate. I really hope he didn’t actually come.

“I’m glad to see you recover safely.”

When I arrived at the temple, the archbishop welcomed me with an ‘emotional’ expression.

If I didn’t know any better, I would have been moved.

“You don’t know how worried everyone was. All we could do is pray, so we fasted and prayed all night long during your disappearance. Fortunately, the Lord have heard the earnest cries of humble servants.”

“Thank you for your hard work. Thanks to you, I’m back safely.”

I was the one who knew better than anyone what a hunger strike was, but I just decided not to think about it. Well, it might be different here.

Light sunlight penetrated the stained glass ceiling.

The interior of the temple, which was like a dark labyrinth because of the nice weather, also felt soothing.

“I don’t know how you’ll take it, but I’ve heard about Lady Rudbeckia’s vulgar assumptions which have been circulating in the capital. I’m ashamed that you must have had a hard time because of that.”

The Archbishop also seemed to think that this was the cause of my neglect.

Well, in the eyes of others, I guess it does seem so. Thank you for the misunderstanding.

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t care anymore. Above all, I’m just glad Lady Furiana is safe.”

to her.” The archbishop, whose purple eyes shone under the torchlight, looked so

to do

cherished niece, there were many people who could pretend to care

an ambitious ordinary priest, but I had no way of knowing. Not only the

they approached me

that Cesare was watching me

obsessed with me, and yet, no trust in me. Obsessed to the point that he wouldn’t

get in and out of the temple like Rudbeckia in the original book, it would cause misunderstanding between my husband and others.

Satan’s servant

servant. He was talking about my dragon

seemed like

of believers. I just hope the festival comes soon. If

Pope, comes, only the temple will rejoice. I

wait to

much his lovely sister has been through, he would want to see

“It wasn’t exactly tough.”

you to say. But you’re not the one to be treated so lightly. It would be natural for His

be worried about what Cesare would do, but hoping he would do

it possible for

was already worried that the two of them would have a fight. They were the only

invited me

you some comfort because you might be surprised and confused due to the situation. I didn’t know who did it, but he will surely not escape the

really hoped so. I wished the same came from

do next

taking care of me. I’m not good at expressing

a servant, loyal to the Holy Father, it is natural. Please feel free to visit us. I’ll do everything

time, ding-dong-ding. The sound of

flies. Would you like to join

I have a prior engagement with my

guise of a meal. The Archbishop’s reaction was a little strange, as he

first glance, confusion flashed across the archbishop’s face, faintly

was that look? What

glad you’re getting closer day

sounded as sweet as it was before, but somehow, my mouth