The two-day long massacre ended so quickly that I wondered if it had ever started at all.
Now, the loud and boisterous rejoicing of the crowd, growing in intensity, felt somewhat empty.
Between all the flowers, handkerchiefs, confetti, crosses, flags, and other objects being thrown into the arena, one silver-haired knight, lying in the middle of the flat ground and breathing hard, slowly raised his body.
His chest heaved as he plunged his sword into the dirt and leaned on it. The healers came out and hurried to reach him.
"Izek! Izek! Izek!"
"I love you! I love you, Sir knight!"
"The best knight in the North! The best knight in the North!"
The crowd's excitement grew as mine withered. I fell back into my seat with a thud, sighing. The solemn and dull feeling in my chest came back.
Even if things had changed from what I knew of the original novel, it still ended exactly the same as it had been written.
The world's main character, Izek van Omerta, won the Gladiatorial Match once again.
The cheers grew even louder. Yes, that's how it should be.
"Ruby, I thought you'd be happier."
Are you telling me to control my expression? I clenched my jaw, trying my hardest not to say something damning, but when I turned my head and glared at the person sitting next to me, that shameless man looked so irritatingly calm, that I couldn't help but scoff.
"Should I be dancing with joy right now?"
"... I just thought you'd be in a hurry to meet him."
"I never could have imagined what type of surprises would come out, but it's obvious that he would have won either way, right? I don't know who came up with the idea of bringing Cardinal Richie, but you certainly know how to make one enjoy the festival. Why didn't you bring more?"
"There aren't many cardinals who killed themselves," Cesare smirked and leaned closer. "We were all worried about what type of entertainment would be appropriate to replace the Frost Dragon that mysteriously disappeared, since we were all expecting him."
I gazed at him for a long time after that dig, trying to figure out what he meant by that. How much did he know? What was he trying to tell me? Should I just laugh?
He made me nervous, but I still gave him a soft smile. "You must be really happy to see your gift to him be the one to lead him to victory. Everyone would think you're his wife, not me."
The staring competition between me and Cesare continued on for a while as the whistling and cheering grew more unruly.
The Northerners' patriotism must be at an all-time high. I could feel their shouts reverberating in my ears and I turned away from Cesare, watching as Izek was surrounded by healers and kneeling in front of the balcony where the King of Britannia was seated.
I was curious about what kind of faces they were all making. Izek, King Feanol, Duke Omerta and Ellenia too. They'd be bursting with pride, wouldn't they? I should have been sitting right next to them.
"Ruby, you don't have to worry about a single thing."
My eyebrows twitched. What kind of random line was this? This jerk seemed to be very determined to capture my attention today.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about your husband. He will... Don't worry, I won't let him do anything to you."
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How To Get My Husband On My Side
RomanceI became the Villainess who died at the hands of her husband in the novel. To be exact, as a supporting role who dies after being used by her father and brother as a tool for political marriage. One day, my goddamn father crawled out and brought my...
