How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 51

“Oh...”

This is a disaster! Oh my god! Save me! My first night!

“I-I’m sorry. Are you alright?”

“It’s just alcohol.” He answered back, saying it was not a big deal, took out a handkerchief and wiped the wet back of his hand.

His tone was so monotonous that I was staring blankly, but my eyeballs almost popped out.

What? Wasn’t this the handkerchief I’d given him?

No matter how hard I looked at it, this was definitely that handkerchief. The one with the sunflower, that I worked hard to make for his birthday!

Originally, I was going to embroider Rudbeckias, but I thought I would be rejected, so I decided to stitch sunflowers to show my loyalty.....

Hoooooo?

“I’m going to.......”

“Eat.”

Yes.

I quickly sat back and concentrated on the pudding.

I thought it would be a relief if he didn’t throw it away in a corner, but it was very surprising to see him carry it around. He was such a surprising fellow.

***

“Your hair is really pretty. It looks like a golden spider web.”

While I soaked myself in a bathtub with all kinds of petals and medicinal herbs, including fragrance oil, and dried my wet hair, brushing it with a comb, Ronja spoke up.

“You’re babbling all the time. And what do you mean by spider web?”

Of course, that wasn’t what I said. It sounded like Lucille, who was combing my hair together.

After Ronja came, Lucille was always on watch as if she were dealing with her competitor, maintaining an unkind attitude towards her.

She was anxious, thinking she’d lose the chance to get jewelry from me.

“I meant it as a compliment. I’m sure you understood my true feelings.”

“Who do you think you are to speak your heart out? So funny.”

Of course, Ronja didn’t just take her nonsense.

After a few days of watching, unlike her shy first impression, she was quite brave and confident.

She showed no sign of intimidation from other maids who had worked here for years. In addition, her hands were amazing..

I wanted to say something, but it’s hard to move my mouth because of the mud pack stuck to my face.

Now that the day of the banquet in question came near, I was suffering from prior banquet arrangements, compared to when I had groaned to myself on my husband’s birthday.

After drying my hair, I washed the mud pack on my face, rinsed my face again with some clean water, clipped my hair back, put on makeup, wore a dress for a banquet, and clasped all the accessories.

Romagna had a heavier dressing style, but it’d been a long time since I’d dressed this well, so my eyes were twitching.

Damn it, you’re a lady, act like one.

This was no different from my past life.

Whenever I went to all the high-class social gatherings, including charity parties, experts helped me dress up. It’d been a very familiar procedure since I was a teenager.

“It’s over, my lady.”

I didn’t know what the hell was going on with my husband.

I am afraid that there may be a terrible conspiracy that I had not thought of.

It was like he was going to make me look pretty and take me to the amusement park before dumping.... No, no, no! Let’s not have bad delusions. It hadn’t even happened yet.

Yes, there’s no need to waste energy shivering with anxiety. Let’s think about it after we’ve come to despair.

“Oh...”

“You’re so beautiful, my lady. You look like a summer flower.”

Ronja’s cheeks grew red as she praised her.

I knew Rudbeckia was very beautiful, and everyone knew that.

Cesare didn’t touch my face... It would have been better if I hadn’t known beautiful people in my present and past life, but ultimately, they were all just empty shells.

No matter how ugly and rotten I was inside, I appeared like a beautiful and lovely Southern woman in the mirror.

My wavy blonde hair had milky pearl decorations, and my makeup made my complexion more lively.

The pink satin dress with wide lace sleeves was...

Well, should I have chosen another dress? After wearing it, I looked like a kid.

Something more fashionable, provocative red, elegant purple or something seductive.....

“Do you like it, my lady?”

“Yes, thank you all.”

Haa, that’s enough. I don’t have time to pick out other clothes, and I’ll only get ridiculed if I wear them.

And if Izek was the kind of person to fall for that, he would have been in love with me before he married me.

“I heard you’re all set.”

When I took a short break, sipping the tea that Ronja brought, Ellenia appeared.

As soon as my beautiful sister-in-law appeared, I was ashamed of the praise I had just heard.

I’m sorry, but no one dares to compare to Ellenia!

Ellenia, with a delicate silver dress and a simple platinum tiara, was literally like a winter goddess. She was the ice princess of the North.

“Wow, Ellen, you look so beautiful today.”

“...Ruby looks lovely, too.”

I wish. Hoho.

Behind Ellenia, who answered with her eyes slightly lowered, was the head maid.

Her brown eyes glancing at me, showed disapproval.

You still don’t like me, do you? I hate you, too.

“Is there anything you need?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Ronja and Lucille were very enthusiastic. I’d never felt this pampered before.

Haha. Damn it.

“Then, I’ll go to the banquet hall first. If there’s anything wrong, you can tell anyone.”

Yes, yes. I nodded hard, and Ellenia left.

The head maid, who followed politely, looked more displeased than before.

Do you think I’m pretending to be vulnerable and pathetic in front of Ellenia, even though I’m a fox? Yeah, I’m a fox. What will you do?

After talking about my anorexia and experience, Ellenia was treating me a little better than before.

I was nervous about how long this would last, but it was good.

And I envied Freya. Because she was Ellenia’s best friend. Heh, she had it all.

Wait, but.......

How would I get to the banquet hall? Should I just go by myself? Or do I wait for someone?

Although life here wasn’t much different from Romagna, I was confused because I got too used to being escorted.

Until recently, it was easy to take a bath alone.

“My lady, I’m here to pick you up.”

A polite knock on the door made me feel relieved. Of course, that was only for a short time.

I was walking without hesitation under the escort of a silent and businesslike escort in the endless corridor, feeling suspicions rise in me. It must have been because so many people here had suffered because of me.

Where were we going? Don’t tell me he was pulling me into the wrong place and locking me up like.....

“Your Gracr.”

Yes?

At the end of the long passage leading to the western annex, a man was sitting by the window and fixing his gauntlet.

The reason why he looked so strange at the moment was because I rarely saw him wearing anything other than that black armor. That was not the only problem.

“Are you here?”

Hey, why are you so naked? What character from Assassin’s Creed are you?

The clothes Izek was wearing, the design seemed to re-create something like that of a Middle Eastern assassin.

Does that make sense in this cold area, a hooded top that covered only the forearm and chest? His abdomen was showing!

I almost misunderstood him as a handsome assassin when he took off his hood.

At least the pants were fine, but they were also a foreign type.

What the hell is this? Are you sure you’re a paladin? Are you an ascetic? Don’t you think it’s too unfair for an ascetic who looks like you to walk around naked like this?

While I was staring at him in a daze, Izek raised his head and stared at me.

I’m the one who’s freaking out, why are your eyes wide? You don’t like something? Do I look tacky? I don’t know anymore.

“Wow, you look amazing today.”

I clapped my hands, eyes sparkling like a passionate fan, and my husband immediately understood I was buttering him up.

“I’m back in the nick of time because of a classified mission. I didn’t have time to change.”

What? Confidential mission? Do you even do that? I thought you were just killed the dead. What kind of assassination is that? How surprising. Is it okay for a paladin to do that?

“Then, are those clothes for duty?”

“Roughly, yes, the armor stands out too much. It’s time to change them.”

It was obviously noticeable. Wearing such a Middle East assassin-like outfit in a world centered on Catholicism.

Who designed this? I didn’t know who it was, but it must be a pervert who liked to have a good view of knights’ bodies. Look at all those abs showing.

My face grew hot.