How to Get My Husband on My Side - Chapter 126

“So now, what? Even if you are a noble with many responsibilities, shouldn’t you be more passionate as a romanticist too? The essence of a true Northern knight is that if their wife is precious, then other wives are precious as well. If you can’t take full responsibility for what you’ve done, then you shouldn’t have started it in the first place. Thanks to a worthless person, innocent civilians who were enjoying the festival have fallen into ruin. How is it connected to their wives, what do they have to do with it?”

His cheerful tone changed in an instant, and tension could be felt in the air.

Pietro found himself staring at the other person, as something felt off.

It should have been him and his master that they were angry with.

But now, it seemed like…

“On top of that, do you think it feels good when a loyal knight, whose friend is burning to death, has to stick to guarding his nation instead of saving them? Huh? Do you think it feels good?”

The atmosphere around them suddenly became heavy.

Instead of retorting, Pietro looked at the Paladins exchanging wry smiles.

Could it be that they…

“Got it? So we don’t have anything we want to hear from you. As I just explained painfully, whether we beat you up and get a confession or present you as a witness, nothing will change. No matter who is behind you! Even if a lovely lady who serves as our protector proves you innocent, our romanticist leader will only cause trouble for his own wife. Do you need to see that?”

“Then why are you even holding me here?”

“Why, you ask. We don’t really know either. Roughly speaking, it’s just venting our anger.”

“What?”

“Just venting out anger on you. You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

With that, the man combed his hair back with his hand and left, the others following him.

“Hey, Ivan set a new record. He hasn’t cursed once even though he’s been shouting all this time.”

“That’s impressive.”

“He usually becomes polite when he’s really angry.”

“What a crazy guy.”

“Hey, Ruve, let’s go eat. I’m hungry. I’ll treat you.”

“Oh, waaa….”

“The rest of you can do your own thing.”

“F**k.”

Pietro got up and moved around, causing the metal chair he was tied to to jolt.

At the same time, the creaky metal door that had been roughly opening came to a halt as the man glanced back one last time.

“We’re going to be busy feeding the baby lizard for a while. We don’t have time to play with you anymore, so goodbye for now. Take care.”

With that, the iron door closed with a thud.

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Enzo declared that he would not do anything, but it was a different story if he came with the delegation.

First, the delegation personally donated a huge relief fund to the Elendale Temple as blessings from the Vatican.

Furthermore, the priests and senior clergy of the Vatican visited various cities where they held a festival and carried out movements.

Well, he was the Gonfalonier.

As for the clergy, they can only perform the task they are responsible for. Therefore, from the perspective of Omertas, it was a situation where they had to hold a modest banquet for the Gonfalonier, who had received many blessings from the people.

Enzo, who used to wander around various social gatherings during the day and slip away to corrupt streets at night, naturally showed up everywhere.

“Oh, indeed, the beauty of Omerta’s Lady cannot be matched by a portrait. Did you know we were almost about to get married? Hahaha, I should have just said yes back then!”

I almost slapped Enzo on the back of his head but managed to suppress the impulse just in time.

Fortunately, Ellenia maintained her poker face and did not lose her manners despite the strange look she gave to Enzo.

The one who was on the verge of losing his manners was Ivan.

Look at those icy eyes.

It was less scary if he just got angry. This was more frightening.

I quickly intervened.

“If you do anything weird to my sister-in-law, my husband, or even I might tear you in half.”

“What are you talking about? I’m just trying to relax and build rapport. Isn’t that right? It’s true that Omertas and I almost had a passionate relationship…”

“Stop talking and come here. I’ll show you something.”

If Enzo had said one more thing, the trembling man, who longed for release, might have clashed with him, so I quickly dragged him out.

Enzo grumbled, but surprisingly, he had no intention of causing trouble.

“What do you mean you’re going to show me something suddenly?”

“A garden. A beautiful garden.”

“I prefer people over gardens. I really can’t help but think of your sister-in-law.”

“That’s what Romagna’s greatest lecher says. When do you ever not make things awkward? I know how many rumors there are about you.”

“Oh, no, that’s something else. This is different. And I say it’s mutual. What can I say? I’m just too cool.”

“Oh God, please help this guy.”

As we came out to a relatively quiet yard, I let go of the arm that I had been holding tightly and let out a sigh.

“It’s fine if you want to mess around here… just remember that this is a foreign place. And it’s the northern region, so if you walk around alone, you’re likely to become monster food.”

“Heh, are you worried about me? My lil’ sister has grown up so much already?”

“You’re too stubborn. You haven’t even properly greeted my husband yet, since you keep coming and going as you please.”

“I don’t really want to meet your husband.”

“What? Why?”

“Because he’s the man who stole my pretty little sister, of course!”

He shouted confidently.

But when I stared at him, he immediately slumped his shoulders and muttered hesitantly.

“To be honest, I’m a bit scared.”

“Scared? What crime did you commit that I’m unaware of?”

“Why are you judging me like that! Besides, you turned that scary older brother into a lovesick little chick, and now he’s taking out his anger on me. And from what I hear, his personality is quite far from- Actually, he’s totally nuts. If he declares that he’ll take me down since he couldn’t finish off Big Brother… then what am I supposed to do?”

“Are you serious?”

“Um, let’s not talk about this. Anyway, I want to avoid meeting him if possible. I still have a lot of unfinished business. This world is so beautiful and enjoyable… Oh, who’s that woman?”

Now who?

As I looked around in astonishment, an unexpected person was standing there.

“Oh, my, Lady Furiana?”

Freya, who had been standing quietly with her head down near an old jujube tree in a corner of the yard, looked up in surprise.

It seemed like she was hesitating whether to come in or not.

Well, she must have received an invitation, too.

It was my first time meeting Freya, after we tangled together like beasts in the garden.

Her ridiculous appearance from that day disappeared without a trace, and she returned as a graceful and dignified beauty.

However, it was difficult to find the cool atmosphere that she had with her previous firm confidence.

“Why are you standing there like that? Come on in. Why do you look so uncomfortable?”

As I smiled broadly and spoke, her purple eyes, which had been dull, suddenly became sharp.

“I didn’t come to see you.”

“If you did, it would be terrible. Still, you came to attend the party, so come on in.”

“…Is… Is Iz there inside?”

“Oh, my. Is Lady Furiana still looking for my husband?”

“That’s not it! Ugh, then, Ellen… Could you at least call for Ellen?”

“Me? I don’t think she’ll come if I call her. Whatever you have to say, you should go see her yourself.”

“Hey, listen to me!”

It seemed that she was about to raise her voice in irritation, but she quickly lowered her voice.

Then, she pursed her lips and mumbled something.

Hmm, I wonder what’s going on.

It seems like she came to talk about something before the party…

“I…I came to apologize.”

“What?”

“I came to apologize to those two… For everything that happened on Lord Agnes’s birthday party… Like you asked.”

“…”

“The Duke will meet with me but if he finds out about the incident… Then, he’ll be furious… So… ah, it’s so annoying! Whatever, forget it.”

I’m not saying anything, so why is she so annoyed?

Enzo, who had been watching us with interest while linking his arms, suddenly intervened.

He approached Freya in a courteous manner.

“Nice to meet you, mysterious and charming lady from the North. I am the Gonfalonier, the brother of Duchess Omerta.”

…What country was that pickup line from, exactly?

It was natural for Freya to look puzzled for a moment at Enzo’s behaviour, which seemed to warp time and space.

“Gonfalonier…?”

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