Chapter 73
How to Get My Husband on My Side
Because of his tone, Camu coughed a little and carefully chose his words.
âI mean, if your wife makes a mistake... Damn it, think realistically. Iâd be confused, too. Imagine a grilled pig on a table talking to you one day! If she could understand all of their cries, wouldnât she be disturbed if you were the one who was fighting? Would that not be a problem? What if they look at your wife sitting in the audience and show some strange behaviour?â
The metaphor with grilled pig was a bit illogical, but Galar also expressed his agreement.
âIâm most concerned about that, too, Izek. Even if the Duchess is good at dealing with it, you donât know what the mad monsters would do. If youâre trying to rush into the auditorium, if itâs impossible, or if youâre trying to send a signal.......â
âWhat do you mean by signal?â
âWell, I donât know, body language or something like that.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
A mysterious silence passed by Galarâs quibbling over whether Izek did not have common sense.
Izek, who had a fed-up look on his face, finally murmured as if he was sighing, âWho doesnât know that? Thatâs why Iâm attending.â
âWhat?â
Izek turned away from his colleagues staring blankly at him and watched the sunset burning scarlet.
The wild tricks used in the gladiatorial match to tame monsters had grown wild over the months.
So, these monsters were reborn as a perfect monster through hunger, torture, stimulation and drug injection.
At present, no one could tell what would happen if such monsters detected Rudbeckia.
That is why Cardinal Valentino could not be excluded from the stands as he came to take control of the committee.
So...
âIâm the only one who can kill them as quickly as possible without pain before they make a fool of themselves.â
It was a serious, unfortunate argument, but there was no pride or arrogance in his slow-flowing voice.
Camu and Galar did not even feel like refuting for once, because the words that came out were not plain but dry, and a very natural and understandable fact.
âSo thatâs why... but what if you lose in the middle?â
âThereâs no losing. Iâm the final winner of this tournament.â
âAre you serious?â
âI will do my best to save the spirit of the North and give pride to my uncle. Wouldnât that be enough for me to have my own way if I get found out later on? My wifeâs got some quirks, so thereâll be fewer people to question her with a man like me as her husband.â
Camu turned away and rummaged through his waist pocket for a leaf cigarette.
Meanwhile Galar dropped his leaf cigarette and spat out, âThen, weâll have to attend.â
âWhat do you mean, âweâ?â
âMe and you, Camu. And maybe Ivan and.......â
âIs this bear crazy, why are you suddenly dragging me in? And donât you know that foul play is prohibited?â
âWho said this is foul play? Letâs go on a new adventure.â
âYou talk so easily about this, just what do you think a gladiatorial match is?â
âYouâre not confident, Camu? Iâm disappointed.â
âThis man, really.......!â
It was then that the sound of hooves getting closer quickly came from the bottom.
Camu, who became embarrassed, looked away from Galar, who was shaking his head disappointedly.
Izek was stuck looking at the slow sunset.
âAh, f*ck. What is this sh*t.â
â...What, Ivan, is that you? Where have you been? You only show up now, you insincere b*stard.â
âEat sh*t, you a**. Do you want to lose your mouth?â
Although Ivan was always a foul-mouthed man, he rarely talked this way, so Camu became speechless rather than enraged by his unexpected verbal abuse.
Ivan jumped out of the saddle and approached Izek. Camu and Galar were staring at him from afar.
âHey, Iz, we need to talk.â
âWhere have you been to show up this late?â
â...I was at your house. Because of Leah.â
Ivan, who gave a much different answer to the same question, looked very out of shape.
He seemed nervous, worried about something, but in a word, he was a mess.
Izekâs cheerful expression also became serious.
âDid your sister have an accident?â
âNo, itâs not like that. She was playing well.â
âThen, why are you pretending to be worried? Oh, did you see the tea party?â
â......Yes, it was almost ending when I came.â
âYou must have met Ruby, too. Was she having fun?â
Ivan did not answer immediately.
There was a moment of silence.
âIvan.â
âHuh?â
âWhatâs wrong? Why arenât you answering? How was my wife?â
At Izekâs question, Ivan went silent.
Damn it, how the hell am I supposed to explain this.
Ivan suddenly thought that it would have been nice to have a spirit in his sword as Rudbeckia had asked one day.
Then the sword could tell him instead.
âI really didnât do it.....â
âCalm down. Do you think Iâm here to argue with that?â
A friendly pat on my cheek, almost soothing.
It was a touch of tenderness and affection like caressing a beloved treasure.
On the other hand, the hand clutching my hair was so ruthless and barbaric that I couldnât believe it was on my body.
âI heard the atmosphere was ruined. I wish you didnât make such a fuss and just let it go, and then I could take care of it for you... if you came to me. You donât trust me that much?â
âThatâs...â
âThe more I think about it, the more strange it is. Why do you have so much energy these days?â
Those deep blue eyes were glowing with dangerous light.
A warning signal blared in my head.
My body trembled like a scared dog.
â...Oh, is it because of him, too? Youâve been looking pretty good lately, did he promise you anything?â
Instead of making use of my frozen tongue, I tried to shake my head.
However, his strong grip on my head kept me stuck.
Soon a grim whisper sent shivers down my spine.
âI guess you forgot who youâre staying in this house for.â
â......AHHH!â
I woke up startled by my sleep talking.
It took me a while to clearly remember where I was and what I was doing.
I had fallen to my knees.
I must have dozed off in an armchair without realizing it.
I tried to come to my senses, shaking my heavy head.
What time was it now?
âMadam, are you all right?â
With a knock, Ronja appeared. It was a rare tearful face.
While I was just staring blankly, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and dragged her tray cart in.
âI brought you a meal, mdam. The princess said.... Sniff, Iâm sorry.â
âRonja, why are you crying?â
âIâm sorry, madam, madam...... Your Tea Party .......â
Apparently, the disturbance at todayâs tea party spread among the servants.
I didnât know how Ronja, my maid, heard it, but she seemed pretty upset.
âItâs not necessarily my tea party. Donât cry, itâs not a big deal.â
âYes, but......Uhnnn......!â
The naive Ronja showed no sign of stopping her tears.
I tried to speak calmly, but I also felt like crying.
No, I literally wanted to hit the ground and wail.
Iâm crazy, crazy! What the hell have I done?
Damn it, I shouldnât have said anything.
If I had just shut up, the situation would have been less serious than it is now.
Was this how the castle, which had just been laid out with the utmost effort, collapses?
This case was different from what happened at the horse riding meeting the other day.
I thought we had just got a little closer, but now neither Ellenia nor Sir Ivan will ever think of me the same way again.
And Izek.......
Lucille, who followed, buried her face in an apron and threw a cloth at the sniffling Ronja.
âCanât you stop whining? What are you doing in front of madam?â
âB-But the Lord.......â
âThis is why children are so tiresome.â
Lucille started to cook my meal, clicking her tongue.
She looked very professional when she rolled up her sleeves and moved diligently.
I think she was a little excited.
Lucilleâs mindset was obvious.
She would think I had a chance to bribe her again.
Ronja didnât know much about the inside of this castle yet, so if everyone starts being as cold-hearted as they used to be, Iâll need her presence.
Anyway, everyone was always the same.
âCome on, madam.â
The scent of cream cheese and meat salad with thick onion soup, sliced salmon were very stimulating, but it didnât give me an appetite at all.
It seems like my most important humans went away with one shot, so it would be funny if I had an appetite left.
Ellenia knew about my anorexia.
I didnât know why she ordered her to bring me a meal, who was stuck in my room having skipped dinner, but I had to eat it for now.
And then Iâd throw it up carefully so I didnât get caught.
This was so depressing that I didnât even think about blaming Freya.
What was the use of cursing her in my heart?
Like she said, here she and I were not even comparable, and we knew for a long time that if anything happened, theyâd choose her.
Considering the truth that the dignity of the childhood friend is everywhere, the cliches of all ages and times gathered to give the zero possibility that I would beat Freya in the fantasy fiction world.
But why was my mouth so bitter?
Maybe I was unconsciously mistaken.