How To Get On My Husband's Side

Chapter 6

What kind of facade would work the best for someone with the personality of a scumbag? That was the problem.

He was still a man, so if I approached him with a cute and pitiful face, he wouldn’t hit me, would he?

The marble stairs under the summer sun glistened white. When it came to the northern temple, I had imagined a gloomy and dull labyrinth in a fantasy game, but the uniquely styled building showed off its magnificent and linear beauty.

Of course, my goal was not to explore the temple.

Now I was hiding behind a marble pillar, peeping into the noisy hall.

I didn’t mean to hide and snoop, but somehow this happened. I did not like the scene in front of him. Like medieval fantasies, tall paladins in black armour gathered in twos and threes to wield swords glowing a brilliant blue.

This was a region plagued by demons all the time, so they felt much rougher and more aggressive than the Knights of Romagna.

Their armour and equipment all looked heavy and massive. How could they move so lightly with that on?

“Who are you looking for?”

The politely resounding voice brought me to my senses rather than just looking around

Without a sound, a Paladin had appeared behind me and was looking down at me.

A sweet face like a girl. A soft and elegant smile. The curly hair around his temple was a pretty shade; pale yellow.

The man blinked slowly as I pretended to hesitate. Once, twice. Light green eyes glistened with unknown light.

“Aren’t you Lady Rudbeckia?”

“Oh.”

“Don’t get me wrong. When you arrived at the port of Elmos, I was also part of the convoy.”

“I see. I’m sorry, I didn’t… “

“No wonder you didn’t recognize me. But what brings you here? Did you stop by to see the temple?”

“No. Well, I heard my husband’s here.”

I smiled shyly and answered, and the man was silent for a while.

He seemed surprised and embarrassed by the way he was blinking his eyes.

Soon, my gaze turned to the basket in my hands, not knowing what he was so surprised by.

“……..Wait a minute,” he smiled nicely again and walked past the pillar.

I was about to peek my head out again.

“Izek! Your wife is here! Izek! Hey! You damn b*stard! Are you ignoring me?! Your wife’s here! Ah, f*ck, this guy isn’t listening!”

I couldn’t believe those words came out of that fine mouth.

What the hell was wrong with the people in this world?

I hid behind the pillar and stared intently at the statue on the opposite wall. St. Agnes, holding the lamb, suddenly made me feel like throwing up again. That was weird. I already threw up today.

“What are you doing?”

The low-pitched voice along with the cold tone penetrated my ears. I lifted my head up and my eyes widened. Izek stood with one arm leaning on a post and looked down at me with that fierce look.

Sweat dripped down his tangled silver hair to his forehead. It would be worth a watch if he had a staring contest with Cesare.

“I, uh, this morning–“