How to Get My Husband on My Side

“You don’t seem to be in a good mood.”

“Who? Father-in-law? I guess he’s going through a mid-life crisis. The same also happened to our father.”

“… No, I’m talking about you, Ruby.”

Would you be in a good mood if you were me? Do you think I enjoy sitting next to you?

This b*stard had no conscience.

The audacity of him had me shaking my head and laughing to myself. This conversation was just so ridiculous. “Don’t say it like that. Why wouldn’t I be in a good mood? I’m having so much fun right now. You don’t have to glare at me like that. I’m good at managing my facial expressions, you know.”

My life must be one hell of a comedy to anyone watching.

“… Am I glaring at you?” Cesare, surprisingly, didn’t let much of anything show on his face. The faint look of confusion was gone within the blink of an eye.

“Actually, why don’t you put a smile on your face?” I hoped my sneering wasn’t that noticeable. “Your brother-in-law, who will most likely become the King of the North in the future, will appear at any moment, so shouldn’t you be showing your good side to him?”

Cesare didn’t say anything further. Instead, he just kept glancing at me while fiddling with the rosary in his hands.

His constant peeking was especially annoying today, but I decided to just put up with it since I didn’t want to hear him any longer.

Before long, the loud trumpets signaling the start of the match reverberated throughout the arena, but the rambunctious shouts and cries from the spectators drowned it all out as the entire coliseum filled with the crowd’s excitement.

My eardrums were about to burst. They were definitely going to burst.

Despite the fact that this was the moment I had been waiting for, I felt somewhat indifferent.

I hadn’t even thought about what would happen after this game was over.

I had nothing to lose anyway. Whatever happens, happens, no matter if I worried about it or not.

Everything is meaningless in the end, after all.

The first batch of monsters unleashed on the battlefield were Behemoths. They were animal-like demons of tremendous size and power, whose special ability was bewitching humans into giving in to one of the seven deadly sins, the sin of wrath.

They were ferocious and fearless creatures, unstoppable when angered, and they looked like a strange mix between a rhinoceros, a hippopotamus, and a dinosaur. The monsters rushed out into the stadium and the jeers of the audience became even louder. I think I understand now why the people of this kingdom had so many anger management issues.

The crowd’s hollering and cheering, the Behemoths’ shrieking and screeching, all of it became too much.

There were so many Behemoths down there, how on earth could these people contain their anger? Did the cries of these monsters not trigger their wrath?

As if everything I knew about the monsters did not matter in the slightest, the players, who had been waiting for this moment, dauntlessly jumped into the fray with their holy swords drawn. The swords had been declared sacred by the priests during a holy ritual before the start of the game, and they clanged as the men boldly and confidently faced the beasts.

The shouts of the audience crying for blood, the roars of the demons, the sounds of metal and flesh meeting each other and the blinding lights of divinity sealed in the swords releasing and bursting forth like lightning strikes—everything made me nauseous.

“Kill it! Kill it!”

“Where are you looking at, you stupid b*stard?! You’re the disgrace of our family!”

up and cut it off!

don’t even think about coming back to

hysteria was worse

felt sick to my stomach, but everyone else seemed to crave for violence, for blood

other sports events? The human desire to see disaster happen

slaughtered already, there were still a few tenacious ones left that had withstood the bloodbath. And yet, when the last mana stone from the

the last monster standing

mockery and taunts aimed at the men who were getting dragged out of the arena

like it’ll be impossible for them to recover. That’s too bad,” Cesare said as he watched the helpers come out and clean up

man actually

then? I’m pretty sure he would have jumped at the chance to participate. I

Enzo crushed his arms while fighting here

kept that stupid smile plastered on my face, Cesare only fixated his eyes on me, looking for something. After a moment that lasted for too long, when I started to wonder if the corners of my mouth

allow it even if that punk had already traveled all

sympathy from me? I know

better, isn’t that right? I think you’re having too much of a victim complex. Shouldn’t it be me out of the two of us to think

that mean? You know how much our

of me as your real family, you wouldn’t have pimped me out five times.” All I could do was laugh at my

different if I was?

after all, so Father and Brother have truly been merciful. I

“Ruby…”

deep azure eyes trembled with something I couldn’t make sense of and his copper-toned face was twisted

to me if only I had the energy left to care. So I turned back to

the air and the stones on the ground had disappeared and been cleaned up. I wondered what other types

that, the atmosphere was

their way without thought, but today’s monsters made the players be on their guard in a way that the Behemoths

audience quieted down, the gloomy chill in the air making everyone’s hair stand on end. If yesterday’s match felt like

to Hell, you

to take you out of

course, the madness

platform the players were standing on to battle the monsters was overrun with ghouls. Their gray, decayed skin looked awful and they were emitting a

men fell off the platform, but they didn’t seem to be injured. Rather, they seemed to have been engulfed

nice to actually be able to see what was happening on the ground, but whenever a sword or horse accidentally flew towards the edges of the platform, towards the audience, the sacred shield protecting us all

including Cesare, unfortunately, and other high-ranking priests didn’t seem to be

players were down on the ground made it so that every single thing they did could be seen. But now I understood why. It seems like none but the clergy

suffering didn’t matter at all, though, because the monsters kept on continuing their rampage and the audience kept on shouting their lungs out. The ghouls had been steadily killing and tearing apart the players, but the crowd didn’t seem to care whatsoever. The sight of humans dying only fueled their enthusiasm. None of these people batted an eyelid at the horror that was unfolding. No

point of any of the men down there fighting so hard to live? What was the point

for the basket filled with candies, something made me halt. Someone had refilled it. I hadn’t noticed it, because I had been stuffing my mouth full

that someone had done that annoyed me for some reason, so I pushed the basket away and grabbed the

“That’s rum,” Cesare said.

“So?”

“… It’s strong.”

drinking won’t get me drunk. Didn’t

Perhaps he realized he was being contradictory, so he said, “I think the final victor has already been decided. Of course I’ve heard about his reputation and

“Really? How so?”