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.

 

little different if Izek

 

here, but the candidates, who had made it till the second half, would have been resting as if they were

 

Cesare was here and Izek was

 

“Oh, Ruby.”

 

a smile, I almost paused while

 

god. What kind

 

say that the fact that Cesare is giving me a loving smile is absolutely abominable. I’ve been sitting next to him for

 

Duke Omerta sitting right

 

worse,

 

brother, and ex-fiance who has become

 

embarrassment to me as if asking

 

my. You look surprised. I had something to say to the Duke, which somehow turned

 

Aha, is that so?

 

sitting face to face with my

 

confused whether he had good luck

 

must have been your first time watching

 

wondered what

 

only Alfonso but also

 

just me who

 

than I imagined. Everyone… I just didn’t know what to

 

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

 

perspective, but honestly, I was

 

when my father-in-law

 

Then, Alfonso started laughing.

 

I don’t know what they are up to, but I don’t want to be swept

 

the least

 

picked up a warm butter roll in the

 

soon as Cesare talked to me,

 

must be nervous because you are the mistress

 

“…Uhn.”

 

grandeur of the southern nobility. Come to think of it, isn’t Rembrandt’s Vishelier Castle famous for its unique

 

intervened again on behalf of me,

 

shook

 

ancient style that’s already out of fashion, so there’s no other hideous thing. Why is it that traditional

 

“That’s unfortunate.”

 

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

 

the fragrant bread,

 

talk to

 

this journey, but unfortunately, he

 

Cesare is grinding his teeth at the fact that Enzo was sitting in the seat

 

as the world’s strongest with his

 

well. It’s not that he couldn’t come. My father barely stopped

 

“Huh, why?

 

he had been here, he would have messed around

 

I guess

 

happy with each

 

agreed with that argument to some extent, but at least Enzo was not a multi-personality psycho who conspired or played pretend all

 

silent swear word, chewed the other

 

been nice if he could’ve come. Right,

 

“Yes.”

 

I felt very grateful for these

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