How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 93

 

I didn’t know how to talk to her at first, so I answered as soon as I could and pretended to open my pouch.

 

Then another awkward silence passed by. Oh gosh.

 

Certainly, there was a huge difference between knowing the content in your head and actually saying it.

 

If I didn’t know the end of this game, I would probably run out of the audience early in the middle of the first half or get confused like a supporting role commonly described in each such scene.

 

I didn’t know that in the common games of my previous life, the things that used to be described were such scary creatures.

 

“……Especially when the troll came out, I was so nervous that it was going to go wrong.”

 

I didn’t know what was more surprising after spending a few days with monsters in the frost forest and meeting the dragon, the one at the top, but the monsters jumping around the stadium today were different from what I’d encountered so far.

 

Even though it was ferocious, it felt so different from those who were reminiscent of wild animals in many ways.

 

Maybe that was why I was glad.

 

“I understand, but you don’t have to worry too much. The year Izek won in the past was much scarier.”

 

“Oh…”

 

“It’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s getting easier.”

 

I see. So this was what getting easier meant.

 

It was doubtful whether half of the candidates who played today were alive.

 

I was starting to get confused whether the humans here were weird or just me.

 

Anyway, the situation still looked awkward, but I was grateful for the calmness.

 

I could feel her glancing at me through the mirror while smiling and pretending to apply the rough alongside.

 

She seemed to be hesitating.

 

Was she doubting that I threw up again? I didn’t know if she paid attention now, but…

 

“Is there anything else going on?”

 

Sure enough.

 

“Ah… nothing that big of a deal…”

 

“……Oh, so it’s nothing.”

 

Taking back her sudden question, Ellenia shook her head as if she were regretting right away, and no longer said anything or looked at me.

 

So I, too, kept quiet until she left first with her pouch.

 

* * *

 

Dinner was hosted by Omerta Castle after the match.

 

It was nothing new because this was just as I had remembered, but Cesare staying at the duke’s quarters made me so annoyed.

 

I didn’t know why, but I felt like I was being invaded.

 

it have been a little different if

 

the candidates, who had made it till the second half, would have been resting as if they were dead at Angvan by

 

ironic that Cesare was here and Izek

 

“Oh, Ruby.”

 

a smile, I almost paused while

 

What kind of

 

giving me a loving smile is absolutely abominable. I’ve been sitting next to

 

is Duke Omerta sitting right in front of

 

worse, why is

 

and ex-fiance who has become

 

me as if asking for

 

say to the Duke, which somehow turned out to

 

Aha, is that so?

 

now happened to be sitting face to face with

 

he had good luck or was just bright from

 

time watching this match.

 

wondered what

 

only Alfonso but also my

 

if he’s Cesare, was it just me who thought this combination

 

I imagined. Everyone… I just

 

to worry about my son. If he were such a loser, where

 

I’m not doubting my father’s perspective, but

 

father-in-law

 

Then, Alfonso started laughing.

 

enough to go crazy? I don’t know what they are up to, but I don’t want

 

the least

 

pretended to laugh awkwardly and picked up a warm butter roll in

 

to me, I took

 

must be nervous because you are the mistress of such a

 

“…Uhn.”

 

big compliment, Your Grace. It is shabby compared to the grandeur of the southern nobility. Come to think of it, isn’t Rembrandt’s Vishelier Castle famous

 

intervened again on behalf of me, who couldn’t answer properly because

 

shook his head

 

fashion, so there’s no other hideous thing. Why is it that traditional

 

“That’s unfortunate.”

 

were chatting among themselves, I chewed and swallowed hard, picking up another butter roll and

 

applying plenty of butter to the fragrant bread,

 

hard. Don’t talk to

 

on this journey, but unfortunately, he must have been

 

at the fact that Enzo was sitting in the seat of the Pope

 

responded leisurely as the

 

he couldn’t come. My father barely stopped him from

 

“Huh, why?

 

to understand, don’t you? If he had been here, he would have messed around everywhere and gotten thrown into

 

I guess he’s

 

happy

 

least Enzo was not a multi-personality psycho who conspired or played pretend all the time like

 

the other half of the butter roll, and this time

 

nice if he could’ve come.

 

“Yes.”

 

felt very grateful for these large amounts

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