How To Win My Husband Over - Chapter 31

Episode 31: Magic Stone Solution

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TW: Mention of Su1cide

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“Don’t touch her and back off.”

At his cold voice that chilled my spine, I faltered and curled my half-stretched arm.

A faint blue light was emanating from Isaac’s palm, holding Freya, who was vomiting dark red blood.

That’s…

Isaac looked back at me one last time.

His calm face, which did not show any agitation or shock, was unexpected, but his cold frozen eyes were unfamiliar.

“Get out of here.”

“What?”

“Ivan! Do it for me!”

Finally, others followed Isaac, who ran quickly inside the temple.

Ellenia looked at me once and also ran straight after them.

It was noisy everywhere. Literally, it became a mess in a flash.

I raised my arms blankly and looked at Freya’s blood splattered on my long sleeves.

I remembered my sister.

To be exact, the last time I saw her. Blood that had dried up on her dry, slitted wrist…….

“You…!”

A rough touch suddenly wrapped around my neck.

No, what about this bastard? I never expected chivalry from you guys in the first place, but what the hell is this all of a sudden!

“You did it!”

“What…”

“I knew this would happen. From the beginning, you horrible witch!”

What?

With a loud clashing sound, the force that gripped her neck loosened.

Puck, puck, puck!

I swallowed the coughing that came out and opened my eyes wide.

An old man was striking Lorenzo’s head mercilessly like a tin drum with the palm of a pot lid.

Lorenzo couldn’t even dare to counterattack at the violent attack, and soon fell to the ground.

“Lady Rudbeckia. Please forgive this rudeness. This foolish son of mine seems to be out of his mind for a moment.”

The man’s eyes were cold purple as he bowed his head politely to me.

In other words, Marquis of Furiana directly hit his son.

It was a very quick-witted response.

This is definitely the land of Britannia, and at the same time we were at the front yard of the temple, and I am the daughter of the Pope whom the temple swore allegiance to.

It was foolish to accuse me and attack me while standing at this place as it would look like they accuse the temple and the Vatican together.

The problem is that the situation only to amply the animosity.

Bang, boom!

Before I could answer back, the loud thunder shook the world.

The screams rang. Someone who came quickly wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me somewhere.

“Madam, this way…… Uh, damn it, please excuse my rudeness.”

Riiiip, my blood-soaked sleeve was torn off by Sir Ivan’s grasp.

His hands were also surrounded by blue light. It was an act that was beyond rude and surprising.

“Come on, everyone, evacuate to the temple quickly! This is not an emergency drill!”

“Immediately blockade zone B. This is not an emergency drill! I repeat, blockade zone B immediately, this is not an emergency dril!”

“First of all escort all the priests inside!”

Heavy raindrops fell on the people who were moving in haste.

I guess I’m the only one who can’t figure out what’s going on.

As I was blindly carried away, I heard a faint cry from a distance.

It was an odd cry that seemed to be a mixture of the sound of a flute and a trumpet.

The monks with perches blazing in green ran and lit the torch in the oil ditch in the crack in the wall.

Something like black smoke was slowly rising from the area beyond the wall.

I had never heard of a case where the monsters came to the temple on their own and attempted to invade.

I clearly remembered that it was an act of suicide for them.

Apparently, most people were also very surprised and shocked.

“Sir Ivan!”

“Endymion, you’re going to take my place……….”

“I’ll take you, ma’am.”

Sir Ivan, who immediately handed me over to Endymion, ran to the other side, saying, ‘What the fuck is this on a fucking holiday?’

I was thus handed over to Endymion and taken into the temple with the others.

Thud, thud, this.

Suddenly, the sound of the doors closing in succession rang out.

The lockdown only lifted almost half a day later.

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Fortunately, Freya survived.

It happened in the front yard of the temple, so thanks to the priests’ quick action, she was able to escape.

The person who brought us wine that day had disappeared somewhere during the chaos and that his whereabouts were unknown.

It was an unusual event in many ways.

Both Ellenia and I drank from the glass in front of us, so they openly aimed for Freya from the beginning.

The placement of the glasses was too accurate for us to pick them randomly.

“It’s called a magic stone solution.”

“What?”

“The poison that Marquis Furyana’s daughter consumed. Do you have any guesses?”

The insinuating voice of the Duke Omerta was calm and solem.

Unless he was an idiot, it was obvious what he was trying to say to me

It’s not just a normal poison, it’s a magic stone solution.

Here, the magic stone was not just a stone, but an object used as a bait to call a monster by combining the magic crystal, which is the crystal of a dead monster, with the Holy Spirit Stone.

Did I mentioned that it was cut and needed human blood for its usage?

It was completely understandable that an unexpected uproar had taken place leading to the the temple being lockeddown.

The point was that magic stone is a holy relic that even paladins have to go through a difficult process to get permission to use.

The number of magic stones owned by each temple was also limited, and the production had to be approved separately by the Vatican. Which means…….

“They said that every single magic stone stored in the temple was in place. Do you understand what I mean?”

……It meant that the one behind the incident was adding a very plausible sentiment to the allegation.

Hey, father! It’s even stranger if I don’t understand when you say it so openly!

Ha, I want to cry. Even if I were a human here, I’d be in such a damn situation that I would have doubted myself.

When Lorenzo lost his reason and came at me, Marquis Furyana quickly stepped up and ended it, but there was no doubt that most people were suspicious of me—my family, to be exact.

The notoriety of the Borgia family’s assassination history is already an open secret, and my notoriety with my family was not easily offset.

Furthermore, since the Archbishop of Earendil Temple was Freya’s uncle, it was far more reasonable to suspect me than the person inside the Temple.

There’s no other explanation.

“Father….”

“Of course I will not tolerate my daughter-in-law being involved in such ridiculous suspicion. You’re definitely Omerta’s family.”

The Duke, who answered in a sharp tone, soon coughed low what he had said.

That’s true but I don’t think so. I can’t believe I’m family with them.

“I don’t think you’re the right person to do that. I just want you to tell us here if you know something we need to know. My son told me not to say anything, but…….”

The question of whether it is related to my family is very vague.

I twisted my eyebrows against the Duke’s gaze, piercing through my eyes.

“I, I don’t know what you mean. If you’re doubting me, I really don’t know what to say…….”

Tears welled up and dripped down the back of my clenched hand.

The nasty father looked at me with a somewhat blank look on his face.

“I know what you’re all thinking. I have eyes and ears. You think I’m jealous of lady Furiana directly. That’s why I did such a terrible thing because I was blinded by jealousy…….”

“Who….who the hell dares say that nonsense? I’m just… Don’t cry for now. I didn’t really mean to ask.”

No, what is it? Damn, I’m definitely acting, but somehow I feel like I’m actually crying.

I thought my luck was going to get better, but what’s going on?

I took the duke’s handkerchief and whimpered pitifully.

“I-If Lord Isaac has that suspicion, I’d rather…….”

“Don’t say it like that, it’s not like that. First of all, if the lady had a piece of magic stone, he would have been the first to notice.”

It was, but most people doubt me.

If I was the Pope’s daughter, I would be vaguely stating that there would be plenty of ways to obtain magic stones separately.

Or leave it to someone else…… That’s bitter.

The Duke was scratching his beard with an awkward look that did not match his harsh impression.

The son and the father were different. Father-in-law didn’t seem like the style to be embarrassed by the tear attack.

Well, if I come out here saying that I can’t stand such an unfair suspicion and say I’m going to go home, what would it be from the duke’s point of view?

He’s the last person who never wants our marriage to be canceled like that.

That’s strange. Why did someone who knew enough directly confront me?

If he really doubted me, he’d be much better off spying on me without telling me anything.

Did he already calculated the possibility that I might have been forced to follow someone’s order?

“I said something useless. Forget everything I said. It’s such a hopeless situation that I held onto a stern tooth and said all the wrong things.”

“Hic…… ah, I’d rather die thinking that even father suspects me.”

“Why are you…… I told you that I didn’t suspect you. If anyone talks such nonsense, I’ll cut off their tongue.”

“Hic, really?”

“Of course. To insult my daughter-in-law recklessly is to insult Omerta. So stop crying.”

Who here sees me as part of Omerta?

I was still just a stranger.

A stranger who is reluctant and uncomfortable, but even more difficult to deal with because it is difficult to dismiss it outright.

The best thing to do is to be quiet as if I’m not there and to help out when they need it.

Even if I die and move on to another world and live as another person, I think it will be the same.