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

here, don’t even think about coming back

hysteria was worse

stomach, but everyone else seemed to crave for violence, for

other sports events? The human desire to see disaster happen was the same no matter what world I

been slaughtered already, there were still a few tenacious ones left that had withstood the bloodbath. And yet, when the last mana stone from the core of the monsters rolled across the floor, the roaring that incited

taken down the last monster standing was a

aimed at the men who were getting dragged out of the arena because of their injuries

to recover. That’s too bad,” Cesare said as he watched the helpers come out and clean up the mana

actually capable of feeling

back cheerfully, “Why didn’t you bring Enzo, then? I’m pretty sure he would have jumped at the chance to participate. I mean, wouldn’t you

danced with joy if Enzo crushed his arms while fighting here like those

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 would

if that punk had already traveled all the

 I know damn well you wouldn’t have participated

of you coming here so that you can take this opportunity to get a grip. He would’ve preferred that much better, isn’t that right? I think you’re having too much of

You know how much our

wouldn’t have pimped me out five times.” All I could do was laugh at my harsh reality. “Right, I’m not

I was? Would Father have loved

fine. I’m the daughter of a courtesan, after all, so Father and Brother have truly been merciful. I really have nothing

“Ruby…”

trembled with something I couldn’t make sense of and his copper-toned face was twisted into a look I’d

I was seeing would have been amusing to me if only

stones on the ground had disappeared and been cleaned up. I wondered what other types of monsters today’s match had in store to outdo Behemoths, but the demons

atmosphere was

been reckless and would charge at anything in their way without thought, but today’s monsters made the players be on their guard in

and the audience quieted down, the gloomy chill in the air making everyone’s hair stand on

go to

is about to take you

course, the madness hadn’t subsided in the

monsters was overrun with ghouls. Their gray, decayed

the platform, but they didn’t seem to be injured. Rather, they seemed

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 would light up,

dismay, the eyes of the Cardinals, including Cesare, unfortunately, and other high-ranking priests didn’t seem to

coliseum. The audience being seated so high up while all the 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 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 point of any of the men down there fighting so hard to live? What was the point of trying to

Someone had refilled it. I hadn’t noticed it, because I had been stuffing my mouth

for some reason, so I pushed the basket away

“That’s rum,” Cesare said.

“So?”

“… It’s strong.”

of drinking won’t get me drunk.

him purse his lips. 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 skills, but seeing it

“Really? How so?”