How to Get My Husband on My Side - Chapter 28
Due to some copyright issues. I changed some word such god= supreme-ruler. /diviné= supreme. And some Chinese words etc, all of this to avoid copyright *.*
A novel by the same Author of nano machin and the same universe:
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âItâs not like that. IâmâŠâ
âWhat do you mean not like that?â His giant palm moved forward to slap my forehead.
âŠWell, he didnât hit me, he just pressed his palm against it. Was he checking the temperature? He did the same last time.
âThatâs weird. Why are you sweating so much when you donât have a fever?â
âShe was playing in the garden earlier⊠I think she spent too much time in the cold wind. She seems to be sick,â said Freya, who was quick to help, but somehow, her words made sense.
Izek immediately glared at me with a frustrated expression.
Just save my life.
âI donât know if Iâm married or if Iâm taking care of a childâŠâ
Hey, you cold-blooded b*stard! Yes, Iâm a child! An innocent, idiotic, immature southern princess whose only friends are six-year-old princessâ of the same level of maturity! Please think that way all the time.
âIâm not going to get in trouble. I was so excited that I didnât sleep wellâŠâ
âWhat was so exciting?â
I was going to say âSleeping with you?â but I changed my mind because I thought it was too much to say in front of young ones.
âI really want to open your head to take a look into it.â At the same time as these terrifying words came out, my feet lifted in the air.
Oh, no, no, you son of a b*tch! Iâm being treated as a chick again!
âHaa?â
âTell him to apologize next time. I donât have much time today.â
My husband was consistently arrogant to everyone. What a know-it-all he was. I felt like I was slipping, so I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck.
Ha, whatâs wrong with you after showing me your naked body? I want to whack the bouquet of flowers on your head, but Iâll put up with it.
âIâm heavy, so you can let me down.â
âAnd then youâll bleed out again.â
No words. Oh, the same shame. The bloody nose from that time is a real shame.
I tried to argue that it was because I was sick, but I held it back because he might throw me away. I hate being thrown. It didnât hurt much physically, but itâs still a kind of trauma.
Since we kept doing this, should I start working on getting his affection? The plan failed first, so now, one step at a timeâŠ
âIâm so happy to be in your arms like this.â
ââŠâŠâ
âYou know, I thought you were⊠â
âWhat song did Lorenzo sing to you?â
What? W-Why are you asking me that all of a sudden? Donât you know that?
âI donât rememberâŠâ
âI heard it was a song that made fun of your curly hair. Is that right?â
Aha, so thatâs what you knew. I⊠I canât believe it. Besides, I donât have curly hair. Itâs naturally wavy!
Well, I didnât want to tell him the lyrics of that horrible song. He shouldnât start paying attention to those rumors. I hated them. I didnât want to look fickle.
âThatâs right. I think so.â
âThatâs a quick answer, I thought you didnât remember.â
âWell, I heard youâre going to have lunch with me in the future, is it true?â
âWhatâs the real deal⊠yes. Why? You donât want to?â
No, I donât. I donât need a new torture! I thought I was going to die throwing up what I ate this morning, you carnivore!
âNo way. I just canât believe it. Are you serious?â
âI think I already said itâs true.â
âIâm so happy!â
I should move a bit faster to gain his affection. As my black heart burned, I quickly pressed my soft lips on his jaw.
Phew, Iâm sure thatâll get youâŠ
âSirâŠ?â
Yes?
I turned my head, blinking. Only then did the surrounding scene come into view. A magnificent library-like place where the statues of saints loomed over solemnly. And the embarrassed faces of priests.
Come on, donât tell me⊠even if Iâm the Popeâs daughter⊠In this holy place, did I just commit a sin by kissing my husbandâs cheek in front of these people? Even though I was the one being hugged by my monstrous husband?!
Hey, hubby! You canât bring me all the way here!
âLady Rudbeckia, welcome. Iâve been waiting for your visit.â
The pale blonde archbishop greeted me politely, pushing back his embarrassment.
Was that Freyaâs uncle? He looked younger than I thought.
I looked at Izek, asking him to drop me. My haughty husband was staring at me, having stopped walking.
His red ruby-like eyes looked blank for some reason. What was wrong with him?
âCardinal Valentino has sent a message to make sure that we take good care of his sister.â
Couldnât we just put Cesare aside? I felt uneasy in my husbandâs arms. I wished heâd let me walk on my own.
âThis temple has long been a place of special recognition of faith by the Holy Father. Lady Rudbeckia, please consider this place your home and feel free to visit.â
âThank you.â
The archbishop, who was walking a few steps ahead, stopped in front of the entrance where the vineyard was visible and looked back at us. His face was of kindness itself.
âIn fact, I was worried that you two werenât here yet, but I think it was an unnecessary concern.â
Donât mention that, please!
In the original book, I tried to recall what kind of person Archbishop Lee was, but no matter how hard I tried to think, I couldnât remember. Rudbeckia was in and out of here, but it didnât mention who she usually talked to and what she did.
This was the disadvantage of being the supporting role. That there was no detailed description of their whereaboutsâŠ
âIâm not the type to be tied to old traditions. As you know.â
Huh? I unknowingly widened my eyes and looked at my husband. Not only I but also the Archbishop seemed a little confused by this sentence, out of the blue.
âHeheâŠItâs even more reassuring to hear Sir saying that, but wouldnât it be right for My Lady to follow the customs even if itâs bothersome as she is the maiden of His Holiness? To prevent any misunderstanding that may appear⊠â
âI was just joking. My wife has been refraining from going out because she hasnât been feeling well. Iâll visit you again soon on that issue.â
Heâs being polite, but why did he sound sarcastic?
The archbishop had been responding with a caring smile, but he seemed uncomfortable now.
What was this atmosphere? A sudden realization occurred. It was obvious that Izek didnât like the archbishop.
The Archbishop seemed to know it as well. Apparently, not just him, but also the other priests around us had a similar look.
As if they were watching the beasts who broke into the vineyard of the peaceful LordâŠâŠ being a good paladin did not necessarily mean that they would be on good terms with other priests. Besides, this guyâs personality had to be a son-of-a-b*tch class. The only thing I donât understand was why and for what purpose did he bring me here?
what the .... is he up to? What are we doing? What are you plotting, hubby?
The archbishop, who coughed and glanced at Izek, smiled warmly at me again, âLady Rudbeckia, I believe you will have no disruption in your religious activities while you are here. It just so happens that the temple will host a charity event on the upcoming St. Agnesâ Day. Iâm sure youâd be happy to attend.â
âOh..â I was now a symbol of all sorts of things. I smiled half-heartedly and peeked at my husband. My cold husband opened his mouth with his eyes fixed on the archbishop, âIs it possible for us to attend as a couple?â
ââŠof course. Itâs even more welcome if you come with her. I guess you donât want to be separated even for a moment because youâre newlyweds. Haha.â
Drive those words away from your mind, Archbishop. This arrogant guy must be planning on setting me up, throwing me in a trap and watching me flail. Thatâs exactly what this guy brought me here today! Itâs just to show off to my fatherâs spy network!
He was watching over me like a chick, so donât even think about hitting Omerta on their backâŠ
Ah, this man!
Maybe he had something else in mind for me? For example, using the fact that I was the Popeâs daughter for the better.
After all, I was a fool who was looking forward to building a new position by interacting with the priests of the North.
Haa, yes, I was foolish to expect such a twist. Well, I was not the type to have ridiculous expectations. So, why did he do that all of a sudden? It felt a bit awkward. My eyes glistened passionately, swallowing the urge to tighten my arms around his neck.
âReally?â
ââŠâŠ.â
âCan I really attend? With you?â
âCanât you just react normally once?â
âOh, Iâm sorry. I canât believe my ears.â
âI didnât see you like that, but youâre always too suspicious.â
What did this mean? If he didnât act sarcastic for a while, would something pop in his mouth?
âThen, I understand that you two are going to attend together. This event will be bigger than expected.â
Finally, we left the temple after meeting up with the archbishop, who had a lunch appointment with his nephew and niece. My husband seemed more excited than usual, perhaps because things had gone his way. An unlucky day.
But what did he mean by bigger than expected?
It wasnât until the day of St. Agnesâ birthday, a few days later, I finally understood what the Archbishop meant.
I knew that charity events hosted by the parish here were no different from charity events in my previous life. In particular, in a world where religion is such a big backbone of power, even for a brief moment, the most powerful people would visit to show their faces.
Even so, I thought it would not be as grand as Papal States of Romagna. This was a place where battles for survival were more important than religious ceremonies, after all.
âOh, my lady, youâre here!â
âI wished that my lady would attend but, why are you dressed like that?â
âAhaha, nice to meet you too.â
Of course, my prediction was wrong again. It was hard to tell whether this was a charity event or a banquet.
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