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

 

till the second half, would have been resting as if

 

ironic that Cesare was here

 

“Oh, Ruby.”

 

with a smile, I almost

 

my god. What kind of

 

fact that Cesare is giving me a loving smile is absolutely abominable. I’ve been sitting

 

for what reason is Duke Omerta sitting right in front of

 

worse, why is

 

brother, and ex-fiance who

 

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

 

to the Duke, which

 

Aha, is that so?

 

to be sitting face to face with my brother

 

whether he had good luck

 

have been your first time

 

what

 

but also my

 

was it just me who

 

I just didn’t

 

such a loser, where would your

 

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

 

when my father-in-law

 

Then, Alfonso started laughing.

 

what they are up

 

should answer the least and not say

 

up a

 

Cesare talked to me,

 

you must be nervous because you are the mistress

 

“…Uhn.”

 

of the southern nobility. Come to think of it, isn’t Rembrandt’s Vishelier

 

on behalf of me, who couldn’t

 

Alfonso humbly shook his head with

 

of fashion, so there’s no other hideous thing. Why

 

“That’s unfortunate.”

 

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

 

butter to the fragrant bread, I pushed it

 

is hard. Don’t talk to me, don’t

 

Enzo would accompany you on this journey, but

 

guess how much Cesare is grinding his teeth at the fact that Enzo was sitting

 

as

 

and I got along well. It’s not that he couldn’t come. My father barely

 

“Huh, why?

 

had been here, he would have messed around everywhere and gotten thrown into the

 

I guess he’s

 

happy with

 

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

 

word, chewed the other half of the butter roll, and this

 

nice if he

 

“Yes.”

 

like this, I felt very grateful for these

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