How To Get My Husband On My Side

Chapter 6

What kind of front would work the best for someone rumored to have the personality of a she-devil? That was the problem.

He was still a man, so if I approached him with a cute and pitiable face, he wouldn't hit me, right?

The marble stairs glistened white underneath the summer sun. When it came to the Northern Temple, I had imagined a gloomy and dull labyrinth, like in a fantasy game, but the uniquely styled building perfectly showed off its magnificent beauty.

My goal was not to explore the Temple, of course.

I was hiding behind a marble pillar, peeping into the noisy training hall.

I didn't mean to hide and snoop around, but somehow it came to be like this. The view in front of me was like a medieval fantasy. Tall Paladins in black armor were gathered in twos and threes, wielding swords that glowed a brilliant blue.

Britannia was a region plagued by monsters all of the time, so their knights were much stronger and more aggressive than the knights of Romagna.

Their armor and equipment all looked heavy and massive. How could they move around so easily with those things on?

"Who are you looking for?"

A polite voice resounding through the hall brought me back to my senses and made me stop sneakily looking around.

Without making a sound, a Paladin had appeared behind me.

A sweet, delicate face. A soft and elegant smile. The curly hair resting around his temples was a pretty, pale yellow shade.

The man blinked slowly as I pretended to hesitate. Once, twice. Light green eyes twinkled with something I couldn't decipher. "Aren't you Lady Rudbeckia?"

"Oh?"

"Don't get me wrong. When you arrived at the Port of Elmos, I was a part of the convoy."

"I see. I'm sorry, I didn't..."

"No, it's no wonder that you didn't recognize me. But what brings you here? Did you stop by to see the Temple?"

"No... Well, I heard my husband's here," I answered as I smiled shyly, and the man was silent for a while. He seemed surprised and embarrassed with the way he was blinking his eyes.

I turned my gaze down towards the basket in my hands, not knowing what he was so perplexed by.

"... Just a minute." He smiled politely and walked past the pillar I was hiding behind.

I was about to peek my head out again.

"Izek! Your wife is here! Izek! Hey! You damn bastard! Are you ignoring me?! Your wife's here! Ah, fuck, this guy isn't listening!"

I couldn't believe those words came out of that delicate mouth.

What the hell was wrong with the people in this world?

I leaned against the pillar and stared hard at the statue on the opposite wall. Saint Agnes holding the lamb suddenly made me feel like throwing up again.

Strange... I already threw up today.

"What are you doing?"

That low-pitched voice along with his cold tone sent a shiver down my spine. I lifted my head up and my eyes took him in. Izek stood with one arm leaning on a post and looked down at me with that fierce look of his.

Sweat dripped down his tangled silver hair to his forehead. It would surely be a sight to see if he had a staring contest with Cesare.

"I, uh, this morning-"