How To Win My Husband Over - Chapter 32

Episode 32: Who Did It?

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While contemplating on my own, I came up with various hypotheses about Freya’s poisoning attempt.

1. It was done by a madman who had nothing to do with me or my family.

Someone who was dissatisfied with the Furiana family and the temple.

How did he get the magic stone? Maybe on the black market? It is possible to attain it through the black market, after all illegal sale of holy material things along with illegal sex trade were rampant.

2. My family is behind it.

The question is why? And why did you use magic stone, which is obviously very distinct to other poisons?

3. What happened to Freya naturally caused me to be suspicious.

In other words, it’s someone’s atrocity that’s aimed at it. Maybe someone who wants to get rid of me?

4. My family trapped me to be suspected and intentionally committed it using magic stones.

Maybe Cesare? He doesn’t want me to get attached to this place, or…….

Because he wants my relationship with Isaac to go as bad as possible?

Cesare was the man who could handle magic stones at will and I wished more than anyone that I had a bad relationship with my husband.

The question is, why did he do something that he didn’t do in the original…….

Because he heard about my tracks through an insider in the temple of Earendil and something bothered him?

Is it because I don’t act like Rudbeckia in the original work, going in and out of the temple?

Because he is annoyed to hear about my recent visit to the temple with Isaac?

Yes, that day, I kissed Isaac on the cheek in front of the archbishop and other priests.

He might have been annoyed to hear all that.

When he heard that we seemed to get along unexpectedly, I got in the way of it, so I suddenly…….

Ahh, if it’s real, you’re the biggest psycho among real psychos, you bastard Cesare!

It was still speculation, but it was quite plausible.

I guess I unconsciously overlooked my psycho brother’s crazy history and obsession because I was dealing with my psycho husband.

No, that’s right, is that savvy bastard doing this crazy thing?

You’re putting so many people in danger by using magic stones and you want me to be beaten to death by my husband!

If something had happened wrong with Freya, what would have happened to me by now?

The mere thought of it terrified me.

I thought I just needed to stop Ellenia’s poisoning, but what’s with this sudden situation?

I had expected that after I handled the situation with Isaac, everything would go as planned and I can attend my usual things, I would only have to suffer during the competition when Cesare would come to visit and I will be close to his ears.

But this kind of ambush…….

Or maybe it’s all Freya’s own plan…… No, this is too much.

It doesn’t make sense to risk her life just because she got offended.

Phew, I don’t know. I just know that I’m going to die.

I wonder what my husband is thinking right now now.

I was more anxious because I had not seen his face all this time.

Naturally, I didn’t have lunch with him, and he didn’t leave any promises, so I was dying.

It would have been much better if I had stabbed him or pushed him blindly like his father.

I hate this thin ice sheet like situation.

I keep thinking about the last time I saw the ice-like eyes.

An unchanging child. Just push me…… Of course, I know now that blood was dangerous…….

Seriously, what kind of person is he and what kind of existence is Freya?

Maybe he’s regretting being a little nice to me by now…….

“Ugh….”

My mind was all over the place, but to make matters worse, my body was weird.

A burning pain in the stomach as well as a stinging sensation throughout the body The symptoms of the annual event had hit again.

This year, both times have passed, so I was relieved, but unexpected ambushes always break out one after another.

Was it because I had a fever the other day and it ended earlier than the original, leaving some after effects?

“Cough! Ugh!”

After staying in the bedroom all day long, I woke up with a burning thirst during the night and felt nauseous as something stuck in my throat while drinking water on the table.

When I stumbled to the bathroom and vomited, bitter gastric juices, blood, and grains of sand flowed out.

Who put sand in my water bottle? Eat that and die……? They want me to suffer the pain Freya must have felt?

Damn things. Freya’s good, everything down in this house is on her side.

Ha, that’s all right, at least I’m on my side.

Shit, what if my family is a dark force? Tomorrow, I’ll try to find a chance to be alone with my ruthless husband……….

It was the moment I woke up in such a dazed state and left the bathroom.

“Gasp!”

Damn it, I thought something was falling.

She appeared out of nowhere, and the person standing in front of the bathroom entrance was Ellenia.

It was Ellenia whom I saw after a few days.

She was just back from somewhere, and was dressed in outdoor clothes, but she came for something, and I thought she came to the bathroom when she saw that the bedroom was empty.

But…

Ellenia, standing there with an expressionless face and staring at me, somehow felt much more eerie than usual.

The gaze of just staring without saying a word is chilling.

I swallowed dry saliva, ignoring burning throat.

“Ellen, what’s going on…….”

Thud!

My back slammed against the closed bathroom door.

My eyes literally popped out.

Elena was almost clutching my by the nape of my neck and pushing me.

The usual dignity, which had not been disturbed in the slightest, was a terrifying force that had completely disappeared.

No, look, pretty sister-in-law, even you!

An eerie voice, almost growling, pierced through my ears, which had gone out of my mind for a moment.

“Why, why are you doing this?”

“……Pardon?”

“I saw your hand from the beginning and I was wondering if, but you really are!”

Hand? What do you do when you look at my hand? Are you an assassin?

She grabbed my body and shook it violently. It was hard for me to breathe.

“Tell me. Why the hell are you doing this? Want to get attention? Because food makes you feel like you’re getting dirty? Or is your goal to die as it is? What the hell is wrong that you resort to doing this? If you want to die so badly, die quietly instead of protesting!”

What the hell is she talking about?

I looked up at Ellenia blankly.

To be exact, I looked into her eyes blazing like a flame.

Strangely enough, it suddenly occurred to me that I wasn’t the one she was angry with.

I managed to open my mouth. An unexpected answer popped out.

“Because all I can control is my body.”

The burning red eyes seemed to flinch for a moment, followed by silence.

After a short and long silence, Ellenia slowly blinked and lowered her gaze.

Then, as if she had never done so, she withdrew her hand in surprise.

“What the hell am I…….”

“…….”

“I’m sorry.”

Her voice regained her usual composure, but she looked confused for some reason.

Her eyes were as distorted as a person who suppresses pain.

Should I say it’s okay? What’s wrong with her all of a sudden?

Ellenia looked at me for one last moment, and then hurriedly turned and walked away.

What an unexpected fuss in the middle of the night.

I looked down at my hand from afar. To be exact, it was the joint under the index finger of the right hand and the part that sticks out when one clenches their fist.

This is a common occurrence in people who vomit habitually like me.

Now that I can’t use my hands as much as possible, it was a scar that I wouldn’t even know was there unless I looked closely.

A mark that a stranger would regard as just a faint spot.

The fact that she noticed this means that she already had a similar experience.

Judging from the words she poured out, it didn’t seem to be for me.

Who did she think of?

Who is that expressionless Ellenia…….

I wonder if she is someone who could even make a face of resentment.

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Maybe it was because there were many things in my mind, I ended up staying up all night.

For the first time in a while, I had breakfast alone with Ellenia, but the atmosphere was very awkward.

We both nibbled and ate without saying a word.

It was harder to eat than usual because of the annual illness.

Just before I left, Ellenia told me that the archbishop had asked me to visit the temple in a passing tone.

I was thinking of moving around today anyway, so I got ready to go out right away.

My face overlapped with the annual event and lack of sleep was very ugly, but when I covered it with makeup, it was worth looking at.

I don’t know why the suspicious archbishop wants to see me, but it’s probably related to that incident.

If Cesare is the real culprit behind the incident, chances are high that the Archbishop is a spy.

But would he have agreed to do such harm to a precious niece?

I don’t know, I’ll know once I meet him.

I arrived at the temple, recovering my half-asleep state.

After getting off the carriage, I walked into the main gate, which was decorated hideously like the mouth of the dragon, and suddenly I was hit with a temptation.

I suddenly want to take a peek at the temple’s training arena.

I can’t guarantee he’ll be there today, but it’s not bad to check.

Well, I think I’ll have to see him and know his reaction so that I can prepare for it.

Tch, I haven’t even seen your nose all weekend, arrogant bastard.

He could have told me something, even if he was out of his mind. At least say that you doubt me, threaten me or something.

It was the moment when I passed the corridor leading toward the training arena, staring at the innocent statues.

I circled the stairs toward the granite fountaine and hid behind a pillar in the next moment.

I did it without realizing it. Did they see me? Did they see me?