How To Win My Husband Over Chapter 29

Episode 29: St. Agnes Charity Event

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The appearance of Endymion and Sir Ivan, who imdiately greeted as acquaintances, was good and a relief.

As they were the few guys who were kind to .

Ellenia, who was being escorted by Sir Ivan, was a bit scary, but she's good nonetheless.

But why, why, all the Earendil nobles seem to be present?

And why are there so many Paladins? Even if it's a holiday, don't you hunt monsters? A topic where they most proud of?

"Oh, who is this? Isn't that Lord Isaac?"

"What is he doing in such a shabby place? That too…."

"Who told you I was coming here?"

"Saint Agnes told , son of a bitch."

It seems to be more crowded than the horseback riding eting party I attended the other day. My plan to co quietly with my arrogant husband and appeal to him how insignificant I am, no matter how much he digs out, disappeared with the wind.

Eww, my husband is a celebrity. I can't believe so many people are chasing him when he's just attending a charity event.

Indeed, he is the nephew of King, a paladin who is said to be the next Duke of Orta, and his appearance will be good if he keeps his mouth shut……….

You have everything. The main character is the main character.

As I looked back at the unlucky main character, I smiled broadly with excitent.

"Wow, the atmosphere is so lively. It seems everyone is very faithful to have many people present."

"They are just here to see if there's anything to eat. It's just a small group of people."

I see. The North is a small town. Why is it not surprising?

"I'm different. You know how faithful I am……."

"Endymion."

"Yes?"

"I don't rember giving you a vacation. Why did I have to co here to see your face?"

"T-that's…."

Poor Endymion. How did you end up with a man like this as your boss?

Isaac, who ran his departnt in an iron-fist, seed feisty all the ti compared when he asked to co with him.

I have noticed this since last ti, but I don't think I enjoy being in crowded places. I wonder who is responsible for this.

"Ruby."

"What?"

"I think you're thinner."

Ellenia, who suddenly said those strange words, stared at her brother.

Isaac had an extrely desolate expression on his face.

"It's only been a few days."

"Is that so? Are you not going to co ho at all?"

"I'm going in."

"Don't wait in the morning. When father is there."

"We'll run into each other soday."

What kind of conversation is this?

In addition, you want to gain weight in just a few days, I feel like I am being subjected to a new kind of torture at lunchti every day, but I am afraid that the intensity will increase

"Umm Sir Isaac."

"What?"

"Are you thirsty? Can I get you a drink?"

Our poor Endymion seed to be in agony about what his fate would be after the event.

Sir Ivan scoffed and laughed. And Isaac was consistently cold-hearted to all.

"I've got feet too."

"Ha, but……."

"I'm thirsty too, so I'll go and get it with him."

A gargoyle[1] with drinks spouting from it's nostrils was nearby.

Endymion's expression looked a little hopeful and my bastard husband had a look of constant disapproval when I interrupted him.

"You're not my servant."

"But I want to see the statue up close because it's amazing."

"Everything is amazing."

"Then I'll be back!"

Don't worry, I won't spit in your glass. Tch.

It was the mont when Endymion and I were about to run excitedly toward the stone statue, feeling liberated even for a mont from that deadly energy.

My husband, who gently let go of my hand, grabbed by the shoulder as if sothing was wrong.

"Wait a minute."

"What?"

"Because you are clumsy……."

What's wrong with you all of a sudden?

I suppressed my pounding heart and swallowed my dry saliva, but he suddenly leaned down.

To be exact, he was sitting on one knee on the floor. What?

"What are you wearing on your shoes? Is that a Southern fashion?"

For a mont, I didn't have ti to enjoy the pleasure of having this unlucky bastard kneel down at my feet.

There was sothing black like chewed gum stuck to the heel of my shoe! When did I get that?

I think it was fine before I wore it.

I just got out of the carriage with Isaac after I finished dressing up at ho, so there's no way it had been stuck, did it get stuck at ho?

Don't tell one of the people who was waiting put it on purpose, right? Are you sure?

"Hahaha, I'm not very careful……."

"I'm glad you know."

The person who said it in a pathetic tone took off a lump of gum or sothing, shook his hand, and raised himself. Now, I'm embarrassed.

"Don't run. You'll fall."

"Yes, I'll walk lightly and gracefully."

As I smiled trying to hide my sarcasm, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Oh, it's dangerous.

As I tried to duck quickly, I paused for a mont at the sudden glances.

Why is everyone looking at like that?

It felt like the other day when my husband took to a riding party and arrived at Lake Guirello together.

However, this ti, the difference was that even Ellenia was looking at her with her eyes wide open.

I hesitated and turned to my husband's side. Isaac just had a blank face.

"What's wrong?"

"……Nothing."

Well, yes. Seeing that arrogant man stoops down to take off the dirt on another person's shoes, it's enough to make everyone stare at us suspiciously wondering if he was on drugs.

Our relationship was too twisted to be considered just a sign of hopeful developnt…… He's a psychopath.

"It looks like pogranate juice."

"It looks like it's having a nosebleed. Just like ."

"Oh……."

"You can just laugh. It was ant to be a joke."

Let's turn it into a self-depricating joke since it's a dark history that will remain anyway.

I pretended to take a deep breath, and placed the glass under the nostrils of the statue that spewed out a red drink. Endymion smiled.

"Actually, I also feel the sa way about this statue. Any Paladin apprenticed to Earendil has a welcoming ceremony and at least once will have his nose bleed."

"What? Really?"

"Yes, it's the process of the body dying after reaching a certain limit. It's proof that they are getting stronger and there are so people who are proud of it, and go around talking around town and then get beaten up for it and then have a nosebleed again. There should be no arrogance on the path of a true paladin."

Uhm, that's not a very credible creed. The man who represents Paladin in this town is a man of arrogance.

"Do you an the training process?"

"Oh, as you know, if you continuously exposed to magic while trying to balance the divine power with proper physical strength and sword training, which are essential conditions to beco a paladin…."

"Tomato?"

A low voice and a huge shadow fell over my head, I almost dropped a full glass of drinks.

Fluttering dark red hair, sparkling amber eyes, brown skin and giant brown bear-like size…… Huh?

"I-It tastes like pogranate. Do you want it?"

A paladin, like incarnation of ferocious brown bear, quickly took my cup and walked away again.

As I stared at his back, Endymion coughed.

"I'm sorry. As I said before, my brother's intelligence is a little……."

"Hahaha, your brother looks reliable."

"His skills are pretty good, but……. He's a bit like Lord Ivan. The other day, when the two of them were fighting to decide the best of the best, they blew up the entire training arena."

How strong is he? He literally blew up the whole training arena.

Anyway, it's a little surprising that the delicate, flower-like Sir Ivan is neck and neck with that brown bear warrior. In fact, there was also a description of him as the owner of a rougish swordsmanship unlike his appearance…….

"It took a long ti for you to co back. What were you two talking about?"

Upon our return, my cold-hearted husband's words were like a slap for Endymion who was carrying a glass of drink. An ill-fated fellow at any rate

"We talked about so interesting things."

"What's that?"

"About the lonely and romantic paladin path. At that point, I also want to beco a paladin, what do you think?"

Silence lingered for a mont. The Paladins and Ellenia, who stared at with similar expressions, slowly exchanged their eyes. Then they all looked at Endymion. Endymion jumped up and down.

"It's not ! I swear to God, I've never said any nonsense to milady..…."

What's this reaction? I an, I know it's immature nonsense, but what's with all those serious looks on their face when I'm just trying to be funny?

I might be the first human being to be able to communicate with the monsters!

"Will it be hard? I'm strong. I've got muscles."

As I raised my arm with clenched fist, a more strange silence fell.

After a while, Ellenia, who was staring at with a strange look comparable to Sir Ivan, suddenly turned her head around while covering her mouth with a fan, and everyone turned away from with a cough one by one.

Even Issac, who I thought would give a slap, turned his head by rubbing his palm around his mouth.

Hey. Hey, husband!

My delicate honour. It's hard work to look consistently insignificant.

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"Lady Rudbeckia."

"Oh, Archbishop,"

After the event of prayer and dedication in honor of St. Agnes' martyrdom [1], an auction was raised to raise funds for monasteries in various places caring for the sick and the poor.

The auction was mainly works of art, such as paintings and sculptures, imported from Romagna and other southern countries.

I don't know how the process will be different here, so I'm just watching slowly, but the archbishop appeared and secretly called .

"I'm glad you're here. Would you like to walk with for a while?"

"Of course."

Just in ti, my husband disappeared because he was smoking leaf cigarettes with his colleagues.

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[1] the death or suffering of a martyr.