How To Win My Husband Over

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Chapter 33: My Actions

"…Isn't your sister okay now?"

"What you see isn't everything."

Phew. Fortunately, neither Endymion nor Lorenzo seem to have seen me.

That's a surprising combination of the two. Were they always close?

Apprentices often hang around the temple. Aren't they working?

If Endymion is here, I think Isaac is a little more likely to be here…….

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

"Then sit quietly next to your sister. Why did you crawl here? On the subject of being prosecuted."

"Shut up. If it were you, wouldn't your eyes roll over when your sister vomited blood and almost died?"

"I don't have a sister. Even if I do, I wouldn't turn my eyes around to the wrong person like a bastard."

…….It's somewhat strange. Was Endymion's way of speaking always that harsh?

Besides, I think they're talking about me.

As I listened carefully, I heard the sound of two men moving.

The harsh voices gradually faded away as if they were talking while moving to the other side.

"Oh, the wrong person?"

"Are you aware that if it weren't for your father you would not able to continue your dream as Paladin?"

"Do you think I'm the size of a fucking rat like you? You bastard with no patriotism. Fuck you fuck pope and whatever. How dare those rotten piglets do anything to the North."

"I've never seen a man who defames the Pope in the front yard of a temple. Stop being silly and go train yourself and get rid of your delusions. She is Lady Omerta. Don't forget that."

"Don't be deluded, you little brat. Even if she pretends to be innocent, she's a Borgia. What kind of lady Omerta was eating with her brother?"

"Sigh, this is really……."

"Why, you didn't know? The next time I see her, she'll show her shameless face……."

That's all I heard.

It was because they were so far away that it was harder to eavesdrop and I didn't want to hear any more.

So brutal. What about my face?

That little bastard is good at talking horrible things.

I felt goosebumps and touched my cheek without realizing it. I guess I was looking down on my family's notoriety.

No, what kind of evidence is there to believe that I am the culprit?

Sigh, I don't know who the real culprit is, but I'm going to feed them other than Freya.

I'm sad. There are various experiences of being framed, but even a minor disaster feels bigger because there is no concept of human rights in this world.

With a confused mind and moving aimlessly in any direction, I suddenly realized that I had left the temple.

I thought about going back to the place where the carriage was parked or going back to the temple, but my head was spinning.

I'm tired. My body and mind were tired. I think the symptoms of the annual illness this time were worse than before.

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