How to Get My Husband on My Side - Chapter 31
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T/N: Slight mentions of suicide, be warned.
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âDonât touch her. Stand back.â
Goosebumps rose up my body as Izek clasped my half-stretched body. A faint blue light was gushing from Izekâs palm, holding Freya, who was throwing up blood.
ThatâsâŠ
Izek looked back at me for the last time.
His calm face, which showed neither agitation nor shock, was unexpected, but his chilling cold frozen eyes were even more unfamiliar.
âGet out of here.â
âWhat?â
âIvan! Please do it for me!â
Others followed behind Izek, who ran quickly into the temple. Ellenia also looked at me once and ran straight after him. It was noisy everywhere. A chaotic mess. I raised my arms and gazed blankly at Freyaâs blood on my long sleeves.
I thought of my sister.
To be exact, her last appearance. The dried blood on her thin wristâŠ
âYouâŠâ
A rough hand suddenly clasped the back of my neck. Huh, this kid? I never expected him to be friendly in the first place. But why was he attacking me all of a sudden?
âYou did it!â
âWhatâŠâ
âI knew this would happen. From the beginning, this witch was behind her!â
What?
With a loud sound, the force that gripped the back of my neck loosened. Thwack, thwack, thwack! I opened my eyes wide, swallowing a cough.
A man was beating Lorenzoâs head mercilessly like a tin drum, with his huge palm. Lorenzo couldnât even dare to fight back and soon fell on the floor.
âLady Rudbeckia. Please forgive this rudeness. My foolish son seems to be out of his mind for a while.â The manâs eyes, who politely bowed to me, were a cold purple.
In other words, Marquis Furiana had beat up his own son. What a shrewd move. This was the front yard of the Temple, the land of Brittania, and I was the Popeâs daughter to whom the temple swore allegiance.
It was stupid to come at me here and accuse me all of a sudden; nothing short of accusing the temple and the Vatican City together. The problem was that the fact seemed to be amplifying antipathy.
Boom!
Even before I could answer anything, the roar of thunder shook heaven and earth. Screams rang. Someone who approached quickly wrapped their arms around my shoulder and led me somewhere.
âMy Lady, this way⊠D-shit, forgive me for being rude.â
In one go, my blood-soaked sleeve was ripped off by Lord Ivanâs grasp. His hands were also surrounded by blue smoke-like light. Beyond rudeness, it was an act of wonder.
âCome on, everyone, get out of the temple quickly! This is not an emergency drill!â
âArea B sealed immediately, not emergency training! I repeat, block Area B immediately, not emergency training!â
âLetâs take the people out first!â
Thick raindrops poured down over the rushing people. I felt that I was the only one who didnât understand what was going on. While I was being dragged, I heard a faint cry from afar. It was a bizarre cry, a mixture of flute and trumpet sounds.
Paladins with torches burning green ran and put the torches between the walls. Black smoke was emanating from over the wall. I had never heard or seen a case where the monsters come near the temple or attempt to get close to the temple.
I clearly remembered that it was nothing but suicide for them.
Apparently, most people were also very shocked.
âSir Ivan!â
âAndymion, can you replace meâŠâ
âHeâll take care of you, my lady,â said Sir Ivan, who immediately handed me over to Andymion, and ran to the other side, saying, âwhat the .... is this on a f*cking holiday?â
I was then handed over to Andymion and taken inside the temple with the others. Soon, the doors closed one after another with a thud. It was nearly half a day after the doors opened again.
Fortunately, Freyaâs life was saved.
It happened in the front yard of the temple, so thanks to quick action by the paladins, she was able to escape. The person who brought us wine that day disappeared somewhere during the confusion and his whereabouts were unknown.
It was an unusual incident in many ways.
Since I and Ellenia drank right in front of them, they were openly aiming for Freya from the beginning. The placement of the glass was far too accurate for it to be a random attack.
âItâs called magic stone solution.â
âWhat?â
âThe poison that the Marquis Furianaâs daughter drank. Do you have any idea?â Duke Omerta, who asked this, was calm and cool.
Unless oneâs an idiot, it was clear what he was implying. It was not just a normal poison. Magic stone solution.
Here, the Magic Stone was not just a stone, but an object that was used as a bait for summoning demons. One combined the Magic Stone, which was the core of a dead monster, with the Holy Spirit Stone.
Did I mention that it could be used only after putting human blood on it?
It was quite understandable that there was an unexpected disturbance that led to the blockade of the temple. The point was that Magic Stone had a tricky procedure for even Paladins to get permission to use it. It was a rare artifact. The quantity of Magic Stones owned by each temple was also limited, and the production was done in the Vatican City. Which meantâŠ
âThe magic stones kept at the temple are in place. Every single one of them. Do you understand what I mean?â
âŠâŠHe meant that I was the only one behind the incident, adding very plausible evidence to the allegations.
Hello, Father? Itâs weird that you donât understand me! Ha, I want to cry. This damn situation is such that even Iâd doubt myself.
When Lorenzo lost his reason and attacked me, Marquis Furiana quickly stepped up and shut him down, but there was no doubt that most people were suspicious of my family. The notoriety of the Borgian familyâs assassination history was already a public secret, and my reputation associated with my family was nothing good either. Furthermore, the Archbishop of Elendale was Freyaâs uncle, so it was more reasonable for them to suspect me than an insider. For some or the other reason, theyâd blame meâŠ
âFather⊠â
âOf course, I will not tolerate tying my daughter-in-law into such nonsense allegations. Youâre a part of the Omerta family, obviously.â The Duke, who answered in a sharp tone, soon coughed in vain as to what he had said.
That sounds new, even to my ears. I canât believe Iâm family with them.
âI donât think youâre the kind of person to do that. I just want you to tell us here if you know something we need to know. My son told me not to say anything, butâŠ.â He was beating around the bush to ask if itâs related to my family.
I twisted my eyebrows at the Duke staring at me.
âI, I donât know what youâre saying. If you doubt me, I really donât know what to say. Should I⊠âTears welled up in my eyes.
My nasty father-in-law was looking at me with a blank look on his face.
âI too, I too know what youâre all thinking. I have eyes and ears, too. You think Iâm jealous of her. So I was blinded by jealousy and did such a terrible thingâŠâ
âWhat.. who dares to say such nonsense? Iâm just⊠Donât, just donât cry for now. I didnât really mean to ask that.â
What do you mean? shit, Iâm definitely acting but he actually thought I was crying. I was hoping for some luck, but this was like a lightning bolt. I took the Dukeâs handkerchief and cried silently, âI-If Lord Izek is also suspicious, Iâd rather âŠâŠâ
âDonât say thatâ itâs not like that. First of all, if Young Lady had secretly had magic stones, heâd be the first to notice.â
It was so, and yet most doubted me.
If I was the daughter of the Pope, they would vaguely conclude that there were plenty of separate purchases of magic stones. Or that I left it to someone else⊠That was sad.
At a glance, the Duke was scratching his beard with a complicated look that didnât match him. He was not like his son. He didnât look like heâd be shocked by a tear attack.
Well, if I said I couldnât stand such unfair suspicions here and that I wanted to go back home, it would be something for the Duke. He was the last person who wanted to see my marriage canceled like that.
Why would someone who knew enough stab me? If he really suspected me, heâd better keep a low profile and spy. He must have been forced to comply with someoneâs orders, without disclosing much. Did he even calculate that I wouldnât know?
âI shouldnât have said that. Forget everything I said. It was such a hopeless situation that I held on to the last straw and said all kinds of wrong things.â
âI-Iâd rather die because I think youâre doubting me.â
âNo, why would you⊠I told you Iâm not doubting you. Iâll cut off my own tongue if anyone talks about that nonsense.â
âHahaha, really?â
âOf course, insulting my daughter-in-law is like insulting Omerta.â
I was still a stranger. Who in the world was looking at me like an Omerta? A stranger who is reluctant and uncomfortable, but is more difficult to deal with because it was hard to reject them. The best thing to do was for me to stay calm, and sometimes help them when they needed me. Even if I died and moved on to another world to live as a different person, it would be the same.