How To Win My Husband Over

Episode 3: Isaac van Omerta

"No."

"Why?"

"It seemed like Ellen had put you into this."

"Is there any bloke who is like this? Why the hell do I have to annoy you every time you act like this……"

"It's not my fault that you're weak against my sister, bastard."

If he jumps around and denies the accusation, it'll be even more ridiculous.

So Ivan chose his words more carefully.

"While you were messing around here, your bride arrived. I didn't expect you to pick her up, but hurry up and have dinner then enjoy the first night……."

"I think there are quite a few people who came to meet her instead of me."

Ivan let out a low groan.

Isaac, who had thrown his helmet to one side, now untied the gauntlet strap and grinned at him.

"Am I not wrong?"

"As a paladin who protects the North until my dying breath, I went to monitor Borgia's spies……."

"Stop spouting nonsense."

"…Fuck, fine, I went because I was curious. I was curious to see what the famous pope's daughter would be like. Is that wrong? If you are already satisfied, why don't you go by yourself? Do you know who the main discussion about a jerk is? It's you! Isaac von Omerta, bastard son of a bitch! "

"……."

"I'm sorry. My words were harsh. For a moment, I went out of line."

"Right."

Contrary to his pretty appearance, Ivan, who was called the Knight of Flowers, had a fairly short fuse.

Especially when they were talking to each other.

"Won't you ask more questions?"

"What?"

"Whether she is similar to the pope? What was her personality like? Something like that. Aren't you curious?

"Not really."

"Well, it's better to meet in person since she's your wife anyway. In that sense, go ahead and get ready to fulfil your husband's duties in the hope that I will never see you turned into an international ridicule like Rembrandt, whoever that was."

"If the Pope declares the gnomes to be eunuchs, the gnomes just have to grit one's teeth to prove their fertility—all or nothing. How far do you think this sham drama will last?"

Realistically, no one believed that this marriage would last forever.

The bride's past was a proof of itself, and the groom is also a formidable opponent.

From the very start there are already people betting on a weekly basis.

Ivan bit the tip of his lip to say that he would rather have married Freya earlier.

However, it sounded pathetic.

And that bastard would not be able to understand.

He might be joking around, but Ivan is also not ignorant of his friend's feeling who he had been around since the days when they had sword fights with wooden sticks.

However, Ivan's  own feelings were in turmoil since he had previously escorted Rudbeckia Borgia from the Port of El Mos to the Castle of Omerta.

According to the testimony of Sir Evansthe, who had stood as his proxy in the wedding, the bride suffered from seasickness throughout the voyage.

Nevertheless, the woman, who disembarked with a bright smile and climbed the carriage, was truly beautiful as rumoured.

She was a beautiful woman with beautiful features, as small and delicate with flax blonde hair like golden silk, extraordinarily large and clear blue eyes, like a glass doll made of sunlight.

At the same time, she seemed fragile and precarious as if she would break at any moment.

To the point where he felt guilty for no reason.

"She was small."

"What?"

"She was small. She was really this small."

"Are you saying she is a dwarf?"

"If you squint your eyes with your dirty eyes, she looks like she is going to die. It's not that I don't know how you feel, but think about her position as well, how lonely and scary it would be to be alone in a hostage-like situation coming here."

Isaac, who was about to put the sword he had just put on the floor into the sheath, stared at Ivan.

"Who are you?"

"The knight of the North. Also a paladine. And the angel of Sistine, blessed Father's daughter, is the bride of my comrade. It is natural to serve her appropriately…. ."

"You said you wanted to kill the Pope someday."

"Oh, my sister cried when she heard that you were getting married. You bad bastard."

Ivan's sister was still a six-year-old who liked riding horses.

"Tell her to forget someone like me."

"I already said that, and I was branded as an ugly brother who was jealous of my friends."

"The little miss understands her brother well."

"Anyway, the gist of what I'm saying is that your bride……."

"I heard that the Borgian people have a polished appearance, that others could easily fall in love with them. Are you going to sell your country like that?"

The voice that resounded from behind was quite rude and disrespectful as it was heard.

Ivan, who was short fuse, naturally turned around in anger.

At the same time, the opponent who approached towards them quickly drew his sword.

The well-polished sword gleamed coolly.

It was a very reckless act considering that it was done to a senior, who is older than him, when one supposed to respect and support their seniors without question

Similarly, the older knights did not know how to be generous with their younger friends.

"Argh! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Argh!"

"Should I take off your ears like this? Huh?"

"Argh! P-Please!"

In the eyes of an ignorant person, it would appear that the two traitorous knights were tormenting the poor young lad.

Even then, only after a long scream spread, Ivan let go of the fifteen year old's ears and shook off his hands.

"Okay. Why are you being fucking stupid crazy, Lorenzo?"

Lorenzo, who was shedding tears and checking that both ears were in place, swallowed a dry saliva.

Standing with his arms folded, Isaac looked like a frost wolf that had just escaped from the cave.

He had the guts to throw a sword at such a bastard, and he was proud of himself.

"My sister…."

"What?"

"With my sister…… I don't mind if sir say you're going to marry my sister after marriage, but please don't pretend to know her for the time being."

Isaac did not respond.

He thinks he heard it wrong.

Therefore, Ivan, who was shaking his hands and growling, roared instead.

"Talk to me so I can understand you! Anyway, kids these days……."

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I mean, Lord Isaac, I'm asking you to stay away from my sister for a while until the marriage is over. Otherwise, the witch of Borgia might bully my sister to death."

"Shouldn't you be really careful with your mouth? This bloody head is already filled with prejudice.…."

"Wait, I'm not biased! If it's prejudice, why is my sister, who went to Omerta Castle a while ago, locked up in her room and cried upon her return? She has never been like that…."

"Where did your sister go?"

"The castle of Omerta. The witch… She was drinking tea with the Lady Ellen when Lady Rudbeckia arrived."

Aha. Ivan could give dozens of more natural, human, and reasonable reasons for Freya to cry after encountering Rudbeckia.

He couldn't understand how this useless little bastard was filled with just a sense of justice.

It's just absurd how he came to such a conclusion.

It was then that Isaac, who was still tilting his head as if he didn't understand Lorenzo at all, suddenly turned his back.

It was so natural to move away so fast, neither Ivan nor Lorenzo thought to hold him for a while.

"Lord Isaac?"

"Hey, Isaac! Where are you going? Hey!"

"Lord Isaac, my business isn't over yet… argh!"

"It's the Sabbath day. I don't know you people."

Why can't a bastard who can't memorize even a single line of prayer suddenly remember the Sabbath?

What an excuse after making his colleagues look like this, Ivan's absurd eyes headed to his comrades scattered around him.

Paladines, who were lying on the floor and listening to all the conversations interestingly, also responded with gloomy smiles.

* * *

"I heard you suffered from seasickness."

The good thing about the long-term voyage was that I can make excuses of seasickness when I vomited all my food after a meal.

It was also good that I was moving away from my family.

After a long voyage, I arrived at the Duchy of Omerta under the escort of the welcoming squad after reaching Erendil, the capital of Britannia, and I was sitting alone with my sister-in-law Ellenia Van Omerta in an antique and cold hall.

"It's my first time on such a long trip. It's embarrassing to say, but I haven't been out of the South that much.…."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. I've never been out of Earendil either."

Ellenia, who was talking gently, was honestly so beautiful that I was mesmerised.

I don't know how people can look like this.

My past life was also filled with beautiful people, but nothing compared to Ellenia.

Her model-like figure, her long, slender body, marble-sculpted features, her hair flowing down like a silver cascade reflected light and shimmered bluish, and her beautifully opened eyes were like red spinel.

The color of the hair, but the eyes were so amazing.

It could be scary to see red eyes in person, but I didn't feel scared at all.

Rather, it felt more mysterious and in harmony with her cold and restrained atmosphere.

It is a crime if such a beautiful human is left to be assassinated in vain. A crime

"Don't you like the food?"

The beauty of the north, who had taken my soul away, tilted her head gracefully to one side.

Rudbeckia is the same age as her, but she looks much more mature in every way.

I was sensitive to reading people's trivial expressions and expressions, but Elenia was a god-given poker face itself, so it was difficult to get the hang of it.

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