How To Get My Husband On My Side

Chapter 9

The Gladiatorial Match was not a competition between people, but a death match against ferocious demons.

The Match was a terrifying contest, which only soldiers and knights were allowed to participate in. To prevent accidents from happening and to monitor misconduct, a committee consisting of clerics was formed each time.

Cesare would use that as an excuse to come visit me.

Ah, damn it.

"Do you not have an appetite?" Ellenia suddenly asked me, shifting in her seat and listening to the conversations around the table with her cold and indifferent face as always. Did she notice that I was only sipping from my glass?

"I just love the taste of alcohol."

"It's not good to drink on an empty stomach."

So I put down my glass and pretended to eat the lemon pie in front of me. Then, when everyone left the table to go dance, I made an excuse to use the washroom and slipped away.

I didn't mean to throw it back up.

There would be a serious problem if anyone saw me vomiting in a place like this and a rumor spread. Obviously, I was a little out of it because I drank on an empty stomach.

"Ah...!"

"Oh, pardon me."

I had left the banquet hall and tried to enter the balcony, but I bumped my shoulder hard against someone coming from the opposite side. My shoulders were quite unfortunate today.

The other person grabbed my hand and helped me hastily, just as I was about to stumble. "Are you all right?"

He sounded quite young. When I raised my head, slightly frowning because of the pain, mesmerizing purple eyes came into my vision.

He was tall, but he seemed young. He looked about fifteen years old. His pale blond hair covering the back of his neck and his pretty face reminded me of someone.

"I'm fine, but..." I hesitated.

"Ah, I am Lorenzo van Furiana. You were with my sister a little while ago, weren't you?" As expected, Freya's little brother. He really resembled her. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to help you to the banquet hall?"

"I'm all right. I was just coming out to get some fresh air. Are you a Paladin?"

"Lord Izek would laugh if he heard this. I'm still too young to be one. But, are you perhaps bored with the banquet?"

Banquets were always boring, but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was the strange way he was looking at me.

The boy smiling in front of me was acting quite friendly and cheerful, but the hostility that he emitted with his whole body was so clear that it was suffocating. I had always been sensitive to people's negative emotions, but the disgust in his eyes was just too obvious. Maybe it was because he was still young and green?

Look at him. When did he ever meet me to get such a bad impression?

Not even my husband had this bad of an impression of me. Ellenia had a God-given poker face, so it was difficult to decipher her emotions. Freya was a little vague as I had just met her, but I couldn't call her hostile.

But why was Freya's brother making such a face?

I continued to smile at him in silence and kept my eyes on him, and he stared back at me for a moment, too. Then, he scratched his head, as if he was embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just can't believe I'm seeing you in person..."