How To Get My Husband On My Side

Chapter 26

"Are you busy today?"

"A bit. What about you?"

"I...well, I'm going to write a letter to a friend."

"Friend... who? Princess Ari?"

Huh, how did you know? No, more than that. What's with that insignificant tone?

Yes. I don't have any friends! The only person I play with is a six-year-old princess... damn it.

"Actually, the princess gave me a postcard."

"If you have nothing else to do, why don't you come to the temple at lunch?"

"What...?"

"They are eager to have you visit. I am also free at that time, so I can just drop by."

I doubted my ears for a moment.

What did you just say, hubby?

(T/N: I hope y'all are fine with me writing 'hubby', cos 'husband' sounds weird sometimes xD especially if it's her thoughts.)

"Are you... okay with that?"

"You're the Pope's daughter. It's not too much for them to be anxious to meet you."

"But, that's..."

"You may be mistaken if you went alone, but with me, it doesn't matter."

That's right. If I was the only one who frequented the temple and made friends with the priests, I would be labeled as a spy. But it was a little different if I visited with Izek. It was rather good... what was on his mind? Why would he say this, all of a sudden?

Among Elendale's priests, there would be some part of my father and brother's spy network. There was no way Izek didn't know that.

Is he trying to give a warning? Don't even think about plotting something because he's watching me? Don't look down on the North or something? Or was he trying to test me?

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Really, really?"

"...finish your meal."

Right. Ugh, my stomach was about to explode.

I heard a scream.

The cries of people in pain and fear sounded as vivid as the cries of the abyss, but the woman did not seem to be disturbed at all.

Although she could not be seen clearly in the dark, the woman who leaned on the balcony and looked at the city wrecked by her father, looked bright and joyful as if she was waiting for the moon on a peaceful summer night.

A man slowly approached her from behind, holding a bloody sword instead of a bouquet of flowers.

The appearance of the balcony and the surrounding scenery seemed familiar to me. Was it a dream? Was I dreaming?

'You're here.'

'......'

'I knew you'd come like this. It was worth the effort dressing up.'

The man didn't say anything. He only looked silently at the woman who looked back at himself and smiled. Finally, a voice as painful and mournful as that of the wounded beast spoke up, 'I've already let go of the expectation that I'll hear an answer.'