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.

 

different

 

the candidates, who had made it till the second half,

 

ironic that Cesare was here

 

“Oh, Ruby.”

 

to the dinner table with a smile, I almost paused while

 

kind of funny combination is

 

that the fact that Cesare is giving me a loving smile is absolutely abominable.

 

is Duke Omerta sitting right in

 

worse, why is Alfonso

 

who has become an international joke

 

embarrassment to me as if asking for understanding. I smiled. So that’s

 

look surprised. I had something to say to the Duke, which somehow turned out to be this

 

Aha, is that so?

 

to be sitting face to face with my brother and drinking with

 

whether he had good luck or

 

must have been your first time watching

 

wondered what

 

Alfonso but also

 

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

 

I imagined. Everyone… I just didn’t know

 

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

 

but honestly, I was a little worried

 

responded well when my father-in-law said it was

 

Then, Alfonso started laughing.

 

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

 

should answer the least

 

I pretended to laugh awkwardly and picked up a

 

talked to me, I took a big

 

be nervous because you are the mistress of

 

“…Uhn.”

 

compliment, Your Grace. It is shabby compared to the grandeur of the southern nobility. Come to think

 

intervened again on behalf of me, who couldn’t

 

Alfonso humbly shook his head

 

there’s no other hideous thing. Why is it that traditional style

 

“That’s unfortunate.”

 

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

 

applying plenty of butter to the fragrant bread, I

 

is hard. Don’t talk to me, don’t talk to

 

on this journey, but unfortunately, he

 

Alfonso be able to guess how much Cesare is grinding his teeth at the fact that Enzo

 

responded leisurely as the world’s

 

brother and I got along well. It’s not that he couldn’t come. My father barely stopped him from making a

 

“Huh, why?

 

know enough to understand, don’t you? If he had been here, he would have messed around everywhere and

 

guess he’s

 

were happy with each

 

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

 

silent swear word, chewed the other half of the butter roll, and this time I

 

would’ve been nice if he

 

“Yes.”

 

times like this, I felt very grateful for these large amounts

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