How to Get My Husband on My Side

Translator: Yui
Editor: Nila

The two-day long massacre ended so quickly that I wondered if it had ever started at all.

Now, the loud and boisterous rejoicing of the crowd, growing in intensity, felt somewhat empty.

Between all the flowers, handkerchiefs, confetti, crosses, flags, and other objects being thrown into the arena, one silver-haired knight, lying in the middle of the flat ground and breathing hard, slowly raised his body.

His chest heaved as he plunged his sword into the dirt and leaned on it. The healers came out and hurried to reach him.

“Izek! Izek! Izek!”

“I love you! I love you, Sir knight!”

“The best knight in the North! The best knight in the North!”

The crowd’s excitement grew as mine withered. I fell back into my seat with a thud, sighing. The solemn and dull feeling in my chest came back.

Even if things had changed from what I knew of the original novel, it still ended exactly the same as it had been written.

The world’s main character, Izek van Omerta, won the Gladiatorial Match once again.

The cheers grew even louder. Yes, that’s how it should be.

“Ruby, I thought you’d be happier.”

Are you telling me to control my expression? I clenched my jaw, trying my hardest not to say something damning, but when I turned my head and glared at the person sitting next to me, that shameless man looked so irritatingly calm, that I couldn’t help but scoff.

“Should I be dancing with joy right now?”

“… I just thought you’d be in a hurry to meet him.”

“I never could have imagined what type of surprises would come out, but it’s obvious that he would have won either way, right? I don’t know who came up with the idea of bringing Cardinal Richie, but you certainly know how to make one enjoy the festival. Why didn’t you bring more?”

“There aren’t many cardinals who killed themselves,” Cesare smirked and leaned closer. “We were all worried about what type of entertainment would be appropriate to replace the Ice Dragon that mysteriously disappeared, since we were all expecting him.”

I gazed at him for a long time after that dig, trying to figure out what he meant by that. How much did he know? What was he trying to tell me? Should I just laugh?

He made me nervous, but I still gave him a soft smile. “You must be really happy to see your gift to him be dealt with so swiftly. Everyone would think you’re his wife, not me.”

The staring competition between me and Cesare continued on for a while as the whistling and cheering grew more unruly.

The Northerners’ patriotism must be at an all-time high. I could feel their shouts reverberating in my bones and I turned away from Cesare, watching as Izek was surrounded by healers and kneeling in front of the balcony where the King of Britannia was seated.

I was curious about what kind of faces they were all making. Izek, King Feanol, Duke Omerta and Ellenia too. They’d be bursting with pride, wouldn’t they? I should have been sitting right next to them.

“Ruby… You don’t have to worry about a single thing.”

My eyebrows twitched. What kind of random line was this? This jerk seemed to be very determined to capture my attention today.

are you

talking about your husband. He will… Don’t worry, I

color of shimmering sapphires, glistened with a

so speechless that I almost lost

known that he was a bit mentally shaken and unstable, but he seemed to be really losing it this time. How could he say such a thing? What was he thinking? I already knew that Cesare was a man with no common sense and was cruel and had no consideration for anyone but himself, but I couldn’t

couldn’t believe that he was mentioning what happened yesterday, that he was mentioning it right here with everyone from Romagna around us, that he was looking at me

me? Was he trying

his eyes, he was telling me the truth. He wanted to protect me from my husband’s anger. The anger he’d feel from

That he was acting like he had done nothing wrong. As if it was me that had kissed

to the public at all? Was he not aware of the gravity of the situation? Was

This must be a hallucination. Someone must have casted a spell. I was so overwhelmed with the feeling of panic, of dread and fear,

on his own, destroyed all of my dreams, my safe haven, crushed it into the dirt and stomped all over it, but he was telling me that he would protect me? And then looking at me with such

I couldn’t swallow back the tears that were about to fall. I wanted to

sound of

proudly on a pure white stallion, the picture-perfect symbol of

held the holy sword that had led him to his victory, and at the end of it was a wreath of flowers, woven with golden

all of the

my husband, the champion, dressed in gold-plated and black-colored armor, sitting on his magnificent horse and I admired his blood-stained face, tears in

held an emotion

My heart hurt.

making

do you look so

Did you find out?

knew it for a while now, right? All day? Maybe since

don’t look so pretty anymore, do

witch in the place of someone you thought was a princess? Do you want to

you. I deserve it. So you

as I could to give him one last true smile. Weak and trembling and

like he had done during that first week that we met. I thought I was hallucinating, that I had finally lost

me a sweet smile

of mind after all, but the wreath he dropped at

picked it up. The golden roses and sparkling

sheathing his sword

through my head and I couldn’t

to look at him, confused and scared and wondering if this was a dream I’d soon wake up from, the emotions in his beautiful

pieces. I

been right in front of me. The thing I had been too scared to even dream of, the thing I thought

most people spend their whole lives searching for, the thing that they write songs about, they write stories and books and create fairytales and folklore, all in

I love him.

It was so clichéd.

not hate me? How could he not be disgusted by me? How could he do that to me? How could he still make me feel

loved me

vision blurring? How dare he make me cry in front of