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.

you talking

will… Don’t worry, I won’t let him do

the color of shimmering sapphires, glistened with

speechless that I almost lost all

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

believe that he was mentioning what happened yesterday, that he was mentioning it right here with everyone from Romagna around us, that he was

Was he trying to reassure me? Was he trying to tell me he

in his eyes, he was telling me the truth. He wanted to protect me from my husband’s anger. The anger he’d feel from finding out his wife cheated on him. With her

done nothing wrong. As if it was me that had kissed him. As if it was me that was in the

like to the public at all? Was he not aware of the gravity of the situation? Was he not aware of what he did yesterday, not at

must have casted a spell. I was so overwhelmed with the feeling of panic, of dread and fear, that

of my dreams, my safe haven, crushed it into the dirt and

I couldn’t swallow back the tears that were about

heard the sound of hoofbeats

knight in the North sat proudly on a pure white stallion,

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

of the cheering stopped and

champion, dressed in gold-plated and black-colored armor, sitting on his magnificent horse and I

red ones held an

My heart hurt.

you making such a

so tired? What’s so

Did you find out?

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

look so pretty anymore, do

like, seeing a witch in the place of someone you thought was a princess? Do

it against you. I

as I could to give him one last true smile. Weak and trembling and with my heart bleeding for all

at me and scoff and mock and reject me just like he had done during that first week that we met. I thought I was hallucinating, that I had finally lost my mind,

a sweet smile of

myself, I wasn’t in the right state of mind after all, but the wreath he dropped

numb, I bent over and picked it up. The golden roses and

sheathing his sword

ran through my head and I couldn’t answer a single one of

was a dream I’d soon wake up from, the emotions in his

small inside me broke to pieces. I realized it, then. I finally

thing I had been too scared to even dream of, the thing I

very thing that most people spend their whole lives searching for, the thing that they write songs about, they write

I love him.

It was so clichéd.

still look at me like that, even when he knew what I did? How could he still see me as his perfect princess? How could he 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

why was my vision blurring? How dare he make