How to Get My Husband on My Side

In a strange and twisted way, it had actually been the merchants running the street stalls in Elendale that had actualized Cardinal Valentino’s plans. The distribution of mana stones throughout the entire capital of Britannia would not have been possible if it hadn’t been for the city’s most popular souvenir. Elendaleians loved selling artificial mana stones to foreigners visiting, and foreigners visiting loved having the experience of owning the famed magical artifact from a monster core, albeit a fake one.

Every shop in Elendale, whether it be a tailor shop, a mercer’s shop, a bakery, a butchery, a millinery, goldsmiths, blacksmiths, carpenters, or even a bookstore—all of them had small ceramic bowls filled with ersatz stones. It was an easy way to bring in copper coins for merchants, after all.

Real mana stones were only illegally available to the common people on the black market, the price of one stone tantamount to a royal treasury. The only institutions allowed to lawfully own mana stones were Temples, since those magical artifacts were exclusively produced in the Vatican. Even then, it was only a limited amount they were permitted to have, barely enough to turn the capital city of Britannia into ashes.

So it was no surprise that any native to Elendale seeing a small pebble rolling on cobblestone pavements would undoubtedly believe that it was just a fake trinket dropped by a tourist. Supplying the Elendaleian merchants with fake stones mixed with real ones had been too easy.

The plan was foolproof.

Pietro, having overseen the process of the distribution of the mana stones, architecting the chaos, and putting the plan into motion, was hiding near the Port of Elmos and waiting on his master.

He was a man that had never failed to perform a single command. He was loyal to a fault and never questioned the orders he was given. He followed and executed them meticulously and carefully, always heeding his master’s words and making sure to spare no effort.

So what followed next was, on all counts, completely unforeseen.

As soon as he had confirmed that the pandemonium had begun and arrived at the docks, a dragon with the color of the midnight sky blocked off the light of the moon as it flew past him, heading in the direction of the inner city.

The man was a bloodthirsty assassin and a monster himself, but never before had he seen a dragon, let alone so many different kinds of demons engaging in the slaughter of humans and ripping them apart. The few that existed in the southern countries were kept as entertainment for the elusive elite that partook in the highly sinful act of associating and colliding with devils. The majority of Southerners, be it commoners or nobles, would never encounter a monster in their entire lifetime.

Pietro’s master was a cardinal but not once had he believed in the existence of angels and demons, in the existence of God and the Devil.

All those he had fought during his time of living, had been human beings like himself.

The sight of the devil known to be Satan’s greatest servant soaring high through the heavens left him paralyzed, a strange shiver crawling up his spine and twisting around his neck like a noose. The vague realization of the existence of beings far superior, far greater than him had his blood run cold.

It was only for a moment, but he was unable to move a single inch. Not until the dragon vanished into the distance and not until he was unable to see the beast anymore. The sound of his heart pounding in his ears diminished and when he managed to wake from his stupor, he became angry with himself.

A dragon was a dragon, a mere beast that could die just like how any human could. What was there to be afraid of?

Shaking his head and arriving at the place he was supposed to rendezvous, he saw neither Cardinal Valentino nor the ship he had prepared for him in advance.

Did his master get caught? No, that was impossible.

Then, what was wrong? Where was he? Where was his sister? There was no way they hadn’t gotten out of the palace yet. It appeared to be that the dragon was also heading that way, so they had no time to dillydally.

But then, where was the ship? Had they already left?

Something ominous wormed up its way in his chest.

It looked like he had some more work to do and would be stuck in this annoying backwater of a city for a while longer. He had no choice, since he had to wait for his master’s orders in order to move.

However, the current situation was not in his favor.

There seemed to be no end to the monsters terrorizing Elendale and the Paladins running rampant looked too agitated to be confident. It didn’t seem like there would be many survivors in the end.

had received a rosary from his master imbued with protective divinity, but he

spy was

taken off the scapular he was wearing. It would be best to escape with the crowd of monks

finally get a move on, he searched

“Where did Master go?”

he find him anywhere? He had to have arrived at the docks already, but there were no signs of him. Pietro was tasked with protecting and defending his master, but the mob of terrified people going ballistic in this chaos made it too difficult to focus on

assassin emerged from the shadows of the tree he had been hiding

view came a Paladin’s

dressed in black armor, a face reminiscent of a crazed bear. Under short red hair, a set of stormy

had seen this man several times while monitoring

profession of executioner rather than a Paladin. Scanning him from head to

air around him, the assassin from the South pulled out a poisonous needle from under his robes and got

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“Ivan!”

no time to acknowledge his fellow knights as they arrived on the

stone floor before he

stone that had been placed centuries ago as pavement cracked and fractured, the previously smooth ground now in smithereens. Dust and rocks and condensed water

concerned about one person. “You f**king b*st*rd! Hey, Izek! Are you

“Shut up.”

he was not dead yet. The blond knight saw as Izek landed on a pile of crushed boulders

of Longinus should not have been the only one that

his cheek and tried to focus

dragon with the intent to not kill it, but to incapacitate it. But holding oneself back in a fight against a damn dragon was not something that was easily done, not to mention something actually quite idiotic

was to fight to the death, but that was not what Izek was doing. The only way to subdue that big b*st*rd was to hit maximum levels and enter the zone, but it was not easy for Ivan to watch his friend, who had already

stop being stubborn and give

consequences of pushing the physical limit be damned. The Frost Dragon would stand no chance against a league of top-class Paladins all at their peak even if the aftermath meant standing

really, really did want to

their senses to the zone, there’d be no one to pull the worst one of the bunch out of it. Izek fought

friend’s resolve with his own two hands.

“Ivan! We gotta regroup!”

wild and just finish it already! Did you become a Paladin yesterday? Why do none of you know how to use a goddamn sword?

the unexpected verbal abuse, purely because there was no time to

the walls surrounding it and swinging at everyone

the harsh winter wind razed through the air, knocking the knights back and slamming against Izek’s divine shield. The light that burst forth from the collusion turned

Tower was wholly encased in heavy

a moment’s rest, the silver-haired captain retracted the holy shield before jumping

was unbelievable. The man must’ve lost

wife said she wanted to stay alongside

for a few seconds, maybe because of the man hammering its face with the pommel of his sword, shouting strange words that it didn’t understand, or maybe because the landing on its forehead was just too