How To Win My Husband Over Chapter 9

Episode 9: Love Cos True

It was not a match between humans, but one that played against brutally tad monsters.

Although the death match itself was terrifying, only nobles could attend the tournant, on top of that the committee, which was ford to identify foul acts and prevent accidents, was composed of all priests.

Right, Cesare was coming to join the tournant as an excuse to check on . Damn it.

"Don't you have any appetite?"

Ellenia, who sat with a cold and indifferent face as always and listened to conversations, suddenly asked .

Did she observe that I was just sipping my drink?

"I just enjoy the taste of alcohol."

"It's not good to drink on an empty stomach."

Ah, right. I put down my half-drink and began to pretend nibbling on the lemon pie from the plate before .

Then, by the ti everyone left to join the dance group, I made excuses to slip for the bathroom.

I didn't an to puke the pie crumbs.

There was a serious risk of strange rumors spreading around if anyone saw vomiting in a place like this, thus I was thinking of getting so air on the balcony for a while.

Certainly, I felt a little dizzy because I only drank alcohol on an empty stomach.

"Ugh…!"

"Oh, excuse ."

As I was leaving the banquet hall and trying to enter the closest balcony, I bumped into soone's shoulder who ca out of the opposite side.

This guy's shoulders seem to be in an age of suffering today.

As I was about to fall, the other person grabbed my hand and hurriedly supported .

"Are you okay?"

It was a pretty young voice.

When I raised my head with a slight frown to endure the pain of my shoulder, I faced purple eyes that seed familiar.

He was tall, but he had a youthful face. He seed to be about fifteen years old.

The pale blonde hair that covered his nape and the pretty face line looked a lot like soone else.

"It's all right, but……."

"Oh, I'm Lorenzo van Furiana. You were with my sister just a mont ago, right?"

As expected, he was Freya's younger brother. That's why he looks alike. No, but…….

"Are you sure you're okay? May I help you to the banquet hall?"

"It's really all right. I was just coming out to get so fresh air. Are you a paladin?"

"Sir Isaac will laugh when he hears this. I'm just an apprentice. But are you bored with the party?"

Banquets are always boring. But why is he hostile towards ?

The boy who was smiling in front of my eyes might look quite friendly and cheerful, but the hostility he unleashed throughout his body was so vivid that it was suffocating.

I was sensitive to that kind of airflow, but the disgust in his eyes was too obvious. Maybe it's because he's young.

Look at this bastard. Just because you bumped into you act like this when you're the worst person I've ever t here.

My husband wasn't this bad either.

In regards to Ellenia, it was a God-given poker face that made it difficult to read, and Freya was a bit vague as we had just t, but it was difficult to tell she's hostile towards .

But why isFreya's younger brother acting all venomous all alone?

I smiled quietly and looked at him as he stared at for a mont.

Then he scratched his head as if embarrassed.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I can't believe I'm seeing you in person.…."

"It sounds like I'm famous here."

"Who in the world does not know the dignity of milady? You are the daughter of the Holy Father."

"Really? I'm not very famous, unlike my older brothers, I don't know, it's just a bit surprising."

A brief silence passed by.

Lorenzo, who pretended to be thinking while scratching his temple, laughed and confessed.

"Actually, you were popular lately…… There is a famous song about milady sung by a certain bard[1]."

"Oh my, really?"

"You must have never heard of it. Do you want to listen to it?"

"I'm curious, if you don't mind."

"Well, this is roughly what it is."

Ahem, ahem

The song humd by the guy who exaggeratedly cleared his throat was as follows.

"Sistine's lark said she couldn't find a man to suit her taste, and she thinks her half-brothers will be fine……."

Whatever the reaction Lorenzo expected from was, it was left as an eternal unknown by the majestic blast that echoed in the next mont.

Slap!

"Argh!"

"You crazy bastard! Did I not tell you not to act like a rascal, huh?"

"Wait a minute. Argh!"

I opened my eyes wide.

It was none other than Sir Ivan who ca out of the next hallway like a basilisk and rcilessly slapped Lorenzo's head and pulled his ear out as well.

That pretty foul-mouthed saint.

"Before I rip your mouth, apologize right now!"

"Ha, but……."

"Fuck, the Isaac to whom you scream and you respect him, is there. Should I bring him here? The bastard will tear off your pretty bitch-like mouth if he hears what you just sung. Now you'll apologize to Madam Orta with that bitch shaped torn mouth."

I didn't think that Isaac would tear off Freya's brother's mouth just because I heard the song, but Lorenzo murmured an apology-like remark, with his head still in Ivan's grasp, perhaps because he was scared at the ntion of Isaac or because he finally gave in to pain.

"Say it loudly! Why don't you bark louder?"

"Well, I'm fine, just let him go."

I don't really want to hear an apology and I didn't get angry in the first place.

Sir Ivan, who once looked at with a mournful smile, soon let go his hoold which followed with a whimper. Lorenzo imdiately ran away. Tsk, tsk.

Sir Ivan shook his hand and finally spoke low curses, and looked back at with a beautiful smile as if pollen were flying everywhere.

"I'm sorry that you have to see such a ss."

"It's all right."

"Don't get wrong. He…… just lost his mind because he was in a weird delusion. Such an unholy song, none of us in the Knights of Longinus……."

"Sir Ivan, it's really all right. There's a rumor like that. It's not my first ti hearing it."

There was a mont of silence.

I was opening the dam again while Sir Ivan looked at with a slightly perplexed look.

Sniffle sniffle.

"M-ma'am?"

"I'm sorry. I just…… I suddenly thought of that. I thought my husband might believe that rumor, so……."

"That's ridiculous. He's not interested in other people's words in the first place. Even if you need so attention."

"Sniffle. Really?"

"Of course. He is not such a nice person who would leave the person who bothers him alone. Hence why I was a bit surprised earlier. I an, I'm trying to say that the madam isn't a bother…."

Should I take that as an honor? Huh

"Then, as in your opinion, Sir Isaac doesn't hate or despise , right?"

"Absolutely not! How dare that bastard hate a woman like you? He has just been living his own life, but now that he has soone for the first ti, he's just panicking and shaking."

"Then he won't hate even if I like him as much as I want, right?"

"Of course. No, if you do, it is the greatest honor for that bastard."

Sir Ivan, who was nodding his head hard and cheered but as I didn't follow his cue, his face soon beca wet with a sense of sha about what he was doing and started coughing awkwardly.

It's okay, I understand.

"Well, I'll take you to the banquet hall for now."

"It's okay. I ca out because I wanted to get so fresh air."

"But if you're alone……. All right. If he shows up again, you must tell ."

Are you worried that the youngster will chase back and make cry?

He has a foul mouth, but he still has that chivalry.

When I ca out to the balcony alone, even though it was evening ti, the scenery was bright like daylight due to the bright night.

At the end of the winding stairs outside the balcony, a beautifully decorated courtyard and a quiet pond surrounded by artistic sculptures were seen.

My mind was perplexed, so I went down the stairs to take a look.

I was walking along a trail filled with Drummondii and Poplar and approaching the pond.

Next to the statue of a pair of swans with their heads in the shape of a heart, the reddish-brown hair that had not been seen up there, jerked up.

"Princess Arien……?"

Arien, who was hiding behind the swan's tail, stuck out her head. She was holding a bunch of yellow sumr flowers in her hands.

Was she playing here alone? Where did the nanny go?

"Oh, don't tell M-Mama."

Oh, yes. She sneaked out. Surprisingly, she's a rebel.

I nodded my head and smiled brightly.

"I won't tell. What are you making?"

Instead of answering, the little princess only looked at intently with her peering eyes. My words seed to be untrustworthy.

I turned my head and approached the pond, conveying that I wouldn't interrupt.

A bridge stood out gracefully in the middle of a fairly large pond.

"……You shouldn't be there alone."

"What?"

"It is said that love only becos true when the two of you are standing together there."

Arien who faltered, then completely pulled herself behind the statue.

'Love cos true'

To have a pond like this in a palace was surprisingly romantic. As expected from a romantic king.

"Does love co true?"

"I don't know…… it's what the nanny said. There's a fairy who makes love in the pond."

I bent over and glanced at Arien and smiled.

Now that I see, the little princess was staring at my hair, nothing else.

Was it because my hair was similar to yours?

"Is that a flower bouquet?"

"…Is it pretty?"

"Yes, it's really pretty. Who did you make this for?"

The princess, who had been rolling her big eyes for a mont, nodded her head and whispered in a tone that was hard to hear.

"I'll give it to you."

"What?"

"If you let touch your hair, I'll give it to milady."

Huh? I tilted my head to one side and smiled again.

"Now?"

"Not now, but later."

So you wanted to play with my hair like a doll's head.

I'm old enough, but to this kid, I look like a giant doll from the South.

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[1] a poet, traditionally one reciting epics and associated with a particular oral tradition.