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.”

of Sistine. You can’t compare to her.” The archbishop, whose purple eyes shone under the torchlight, looked so

man really have nothing to do

there were many people who could pretend

be nice if this archbishop was just an ambitious ordinary priest, but I had no way of knowing. Not only the archbishop but also the countless priests

they approached

that Cesare was

funny though. He was so obsessed with me, and yet, no trust in me. Obsessed to the point that he wouldn’t allow a little

get in and out of the temple like Rudbeckia in the original book, it would cause misunderstanding between my husband and others. If Cesare comes, I’d have to

Satan’s servant has re-emerged in this

servant. He was talking about my dragon

like everyone

of believers. I just hope the festival comes soon.

son of the Pope, comes, only the temple will rejoice. I would

to see him

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

“It wasn’t exactly tough.”

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

to be worried about what Cesare would do, but hoping

possible

the two of them would have a fight. They were

you invited me

might be surprised and confused due to the situation. I didn’t

wished

he’d do next time

of me. I’m

Holy Father, it is natural. Please feel free to visit

time, ding-dong-ding. The sound of the afternoon

flies. Would you like to join me for

I have a prior engagement with

session under the guise of a meal. The Archbishop’s reaction

flashed across the archbishop’s face, faintly omitting the

was that look? What was

I’m glad you’re getting closer

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