How To Get My Husband On My Side

Chapter 33

"...isn't your sister okay now?"

"What you see isn't everything."

Phew. Fortunately, Andymion or Lorenzo didn't seem to have seen me either.

This was a surprising combination. Were they always this close? Trainees often hung out near the temple. Shouldn't they be working?

If Andymion was here, it was a little more likely that Izek was here as well...

Damn it, if it weren't for Lorenzo, I'd say hello and ask.

"Then sit quietly next to her. Why did you crawl all the way here? You're on probation."

"Shut up. Wouldn't your eyes roll over if your sister suddenly vomited blood and almost died?"

"I don't have a sister. Even if I did, I wouldn't turn my eyes to the wrong person like an asshole.."

... something struck me as odd. Had Andymion's way of speaking always been that rough? Besides, I think he was talking about me. As I was listening carefully, I heard the two of them moving. I shifted to the other side, but the loud voices gradually grew farther away as if they were fighting.

"Ha, the wrong person?"

"Are you aware that if it weren't for your father, you'd never have dreamed of being a Paladin in your entire life?"

"Do you think I'm the size of a rat, like you? You damn bastard, you don't even have any patriotism. Fuck you and the Pope or whatever. Such rotten pigs won't dare to do anything to the North."

"I've never seen someone spout blasphemy in the front yard of the temple. Stop making silly comments. Go train and get rid of your delusions. She's soon-to-be Duchess Omerta. Don't forget that."

"Don't get me wrong, you son of a bitch. It's the Borgian lady who pretends to be naive, only bringing shame to Omerta's name."

"Hey, this is so..."

"Why, you didn't know? The next time we meet, she'll have that shameless look on her face..."

I'd heard enough. They were now so far away that it was harder to overhear, and I didn't want to hear more.

Brutal. So brutal. What was wrong with my face?

That little bastard was good at talking nonsense.

Feeling goosebumps rise, I touched my cheeks. I guess I had been looking down on the notoriety of my family. But, what evidence was there that made him firmly believe me to be the culprit?

Ha, I didn't know who the real criminal was, but there was no way Freya or anyone else would believe me. Sad, sad. Although it was a false accusation, this world did not have a human rights concept itself, and so, even minor disasters seem big.

While I was walking aimlessly in any direction with a confused mind, I realized that I had already left the temple. My head was spinning when I thought about whether to go back to the temple where the carriage was parked.

I was tired. I was tired physically and mentally. The symptoms of the sickness were worse than before. In case anyone saw me, I crept into any bushes nearby. Sitting curled up in the bushes, cold sweat rolled down my cheeks.

Hold on, hold on a bit.. Where do I go......? Where do I stay?

It hurts. I've never been this sick before. Why does my body hurt so much?