How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 102

 

Translator: Yui
Editor: Nila

The ringing in my ears eventually exploded until my whole body vibrated with the sound of the ground shaking. Was this an earthquake? The nausea and lightheadedness became so much worse that for a moment, I could not see.

 

“Did you see him? Did you that b*stard just now? F*ck, did he fly all the way there or what?”

 

“Because his wife is sitting there! He sure wants to look good, that crazy b*stard, hahaha!”

 

The unbothered chatter of the spectators had me shaking my head in confusion. Was that not an earthquake? Did none of them feel that? Was I going crazy?

 

My head was spinning and I was seeing black spots. The churning in my stomach was unbearable and blinking my eyes didn’t help at all, so I closed them instead, hoping the pain would lessen.

 

The physical pain eased up, but the unpleasant feeling in my chest did not. I didn’t want to open my eyes again. I wanted to keep them closed for a long time, but I was not sure as to why.

 

I did not want to see what was happening on the battlefield.

 

“Ruby, are you all right?” Cesare asked, worry laced in his voice. “You must be shocked, do you want to take a break?”

 

He probably thought the ghoul had scared me, but I felt too nauseous from all of the candy and rum I had taken in to correct him. My throat had grown dry with all of the crap I’d stuffed into it.

 

“Yes, you’re right. I’m going to the washroom.”

 

Without giving him the chance to say anything else, I got up and walked away. I didn’t want to know if he was still following me with his eyes, or if someone else in the vicinity was keeping me under surveillance. The feeling of being watched made my skin crawl and I hurried to enter the empty hall.

 

But why was it that I did not want to look back, not even once?

 

***

 

When I stopped by the bathroom, rinsed my mouth, sat on the steps leading to the players’ dressing rooms for a minute or two, went outside to breathe in some cold air, and went back to my seat, there were only two players left on the battlefield.

 

This time, a draugr had appeared, dressed like a knight akin to the Dullahans I had met. Its skin looked even worse than a ghoul’s, with bones sticking out of its flesh, so grotesque and decayed that it looked like both a revenant and a mummy at the same time.

 

The last two players on the platform were standing side by side, one knight with silver-white hair and sword drawn, and another wearing armor bearing the rose crest that symbolized Rembrandt’s Vishelier family. He tapped the silver-haired knight on the shoulder and ran ahead.

 

The crowd seemed to enjoy the initiative taken, considering how loud it became again.

 

“Are you feeling better?” Cesare’s voice filled my ears.

 

“Yes, of course.” I felt miserable, for some reason. “I wonder what will come out next. It’s a lot more boring than I expected.”

 

“That’s unexpected. Everyone is on the edge of their seats, betting on who will win and who will die.”

 

“Unexpected, you say? Nobody here cares who will die. So do I.”

 

It’s the same for me if I died, right? No one would care.

 

The match was boring to me, however, because I already knew how it would end.

 

Cesare eyed me suspiciously. “You’re not being serious, are you?”

 

A polite question. Wondering if his sister was not anxious for her husband to win. I hoped that the cardinals sitting a few ways down had heard him, for his sake.

 

The match was still boring and it was annoying to hear him talk, so I thought it would be better to just lay back and shut it all out at this point.

 

close my eyes

 

“… You’re sleepy?”

 

face? “Because I couldn’t sleep last night. You

 

replied too harshly—he’d probably punish me after the game—but I didn’t

 

mumble something, but the

 

raging down below? How absurd. I was just trying to protect my poor eyes from the constant torture of flashing lights. And also to block Cesare from talking to me. I

 

least, that’s what I

 

noisy crowd and ongoing battle. For the first time in a

 

 very loud cry woke

 

and I couldn’t recognize where I was or what I was doing as my eyes

 

me turn and look

 

battlefield, looking hard at

 

cardinals past him do the same, I naturally followed their eyes downwards,

 

and into the arena. I realized soon, however,

 

if an earthquake had ripped open the earth, and pieces of rubble were rising into

 

more like a laceration wound than a mouth. He was clad in rags, robes

 

just any cardinal. That was

 

my face as I tried to

 

Richie came out in this match? Did I miss the

 

Pope, he had been imprisoned and set to be executed for high treason. But Cardinal Richie had decided to not

 

wandering soul, doomed

 

now cursed and demonic entity, to fight to

 

my God, they

 

flashed in

 

humongous size, taking the shape of what looked to be a dragon. Richie’s unholy divinity allowed for its bare bones to grow flesh and come together, but strangely enough,

 

slammed its foot down on something on

 

something, but

 

from all the way up here, I could see that silver-white hair

 

you? Can’t you escape from under it? Did you get hurt? Did that zombie

 

screams erupted once again as the dragon opened its massive jaws wide and let out a deafening roar, the noise settling in my bones.

 

Izek’s eyes found mine.

 

crushed underneath the dragon’s foot,

 

know what kind of expression

 

numb and

 

eyes interlocked, a thousand questions

 

you looking this

 

you looking at me with such a

 

only one

 

dreams will be shattered in less

 

it wouldn’t be the worst death if I were to die by your hands. Because

 

“No!”

 

was none of my business whether the monsters set

 

knees sank to the stone floor of the balcony. All the

 

terrifying jaws gaping open, raised

 

“Izek!”

 

someone grabbing my shoulder, trying to

 

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