How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 53

Before I could doubt my ears, I was already heading straight for the dance hall, held by my husband’s fearsome grip.

My eyes, which looked back without knowing what to do, also saw his three friends with a bewildered face.

Hey, this isn’t it.

“You know, right now, I’m really...”

“Are you feeling shy all of a sudden? We have to dance first so that others can continue.”

You’re right, but! It doesn’t make sense that you’re dancing with me? And in that outfit! In that flashy outfit! Who the hell are you trying to seduce?

“It’s not that, it’s just like a dream.”

I’m not laughing right now. Please someone tell me this isn’t a death flag.

As I recalled, Izek of the original work was an ancient, iron-clad man who did not dance with me or anyone else. How could I not be suspicious of such unexpected behavior?

Who the hell are you? Izek’s assassin?

As we reached the dance hall together, with me trying to hide my confusion, the crowd’s reaction was divided into two.

Shock, and frenzy.

“What, Izek is dancing? Where is he, where the hell is he!”

“Here goes nothing.”

“What sh*t, I hope he steps on his wife’s foot and humiliates himself!”

“Fall down and break your leg!”

Hubby, I’m thrilled to see your relationship with paladins. How have you lived your life?

In contrast to me, who was trying to escape from the chaos, the man responsible for it, stood without any shame under the sky.

Was this what the main character looked like? What a know-it-all he was.

“I thought you’d like it because you suggested it excitedly, but suddenly you don’t want to dance with me?”

“D-Don’t say that. I’m just a little nervous because it’s been so long.”

My heart was beating so fast.

Let’s calm down. I am a puppet. Just a dancing puppet. As always.

“Is there a dance that’s popular in Romagna?”

“There is, but maybe it’s a little....”

“Then, I’ll take it. You can lead the way.”

What? Lead the way? I didn’t want to.

Whatever the nobles here thought was the most important thing.

I’m glad I wore shoes with short heels.

A cheerful waltz piece played by musicians spread dramatically in a grim melody.

Why did it sound like Day of Judgement, Requiem to me?

Haha, there was a half-naked assassin-looking monster in front of me... if I stepped on that metal foot, I’d break my own foot instead.

I am a dancing puppet.

I just had to show an interesting dance move to receive the mercy of the assassin.

Trying to concentrate on the idea, I left myself to the flowing melody.

In the beginning, it was a dance that was performed closely with each other, so it was killing me because of his abs and his bare chest that was barely revealed.

Stop trying to seduce me! Why is this stone sculpture so thoughtless?

“...Interesting.”

I thought he was more interesting, compared to the dance. As I raised my head slightly because I felt a little less nervous than before, I made eye contact with him.

Beautiful sparkling red eyes under the chandelier.

It was very mysterious. I had seen many beautiful eyes resembling jewels in my previous life, but I didn’t think I’d ever seen eyes as pretty and creepy as this set.

“You’re following me well. Everything is perfect.”

“It’s so awkward.”

It wasn’t awkward at all. Why was he so good at following me?

Of course, it was much better than stepping on my foot, but had it really been a long time since he last danced?

I felt there was a hidden behind-the-scenes story about what we did last time.

And that in fact, he was a liberal pretending to be an ascetic.

As the beat accelerated, our distant bodies grew close.

While holding one of my hands, he turned me around and almost let me fall into his embrace.

His thick muscles...... This was part of the dance, not an ulterior motive!

The next move was the hardest. Fortunately, it was the woman’s time to dance alone, so my feet would be safe.

Let go of the man’s hand completely, raise your heels, fold and stretch your arms, and circle around the man quickly.

I was lucky I learned ballet in my previous life, otherwise I wouldn’t know how to perform this.

It was called butterflies and flowers.

Whoever made such a grand-name dance popular would have the resentment of the southern people.

Anyway, at least while I was dancing, I could only hear beautiful music. There seemed to be no murmuring, nothing, or even breathing at all.

I smiled broadly at Izek’s eyes, chasing me spinning.

Hubby, you’re the flower, you! You, the monster-like assassin!

And I’m the butterfly. I’m using my whole body to get your mercy.

At the same time as the climax reached the end, I swirled around and fell into his arms like a butterfly.

My upper body leaned back and his strong hold quickly supported my slim waist.... perfect! Since he was no fraud, he was certainly talented, wasn’t he?

Whether it was because of the excitement or because of the music, his red eyes that were drawn to me seemed to attract me.

I felt like I was being sucked into them. It was almost impossible to turn my eyes away.

Why was he looking at me like that?....

Just then, magnificent applause poured out with someone whistling and shouting.

My body straightened up, my mind returning to its original state. I was a little relieved by the unexpectedly loud applause. It was supposed to end here with a Coda, but who cared. I was out of breath maybe because it’d been a while since I danced.

(T/N: A Coda is a classical ballet term that refers to the finale of a group of dancers and more often, the finale of a pas de deux.)

I stepped back, grabbed my skirt slightly, and leaned down.

Izek also bid goodbye with impeccable courtesy. He seemed so polite and disciplined that I felt like I had succeeded in impressing the real assassin.

“Did you like it?”

“...Southern dances are hard.”

Yes, but why do you care? You’re a stubborn man! Don’t give me that weird look! Ahh, I almost misunderstood that you were impressed.

As new music began to flow again, others began to pair up and join the dance.

I was caught in his hands again, and taken for a drink. That’s what the picture looks like.

“Welcome! I’ve prepared this in advance!”

Oh, that scared me. What was this?

Andymion, who held a glass of juice on a tray, blocked us. His clear amber eyes were shining, especially today.

Izek looked bewildered.

Andymion spoke up, “What a fantastic...”

“Stop.”

“Yes, but my Lord, that dance was just.......”

“Enough.”

“She looked like a spring fairy...”

“Get lost.”

“But for the first time in my life, I’ve had this lingering feeling....”

The more I look at Andy Mion, the more I think of him in the article, the more difficult he is.

I was a little worried that my husband might beat him up here, but fortunately, it didn’t happen.

“Wait here for a second.”

Izek, who was about to take Andymion by the scruff of his neck and throw him out, suddenly left saying that.

As soon as I looked back to see what was going on, my father-in-law, who was standing majestic like a pole, came to the side of the stairs.