How To Win My Husband Over

Chapter 14

Episode 14: Turning the Atmosphere Upside Down

"Hey."

I looked up, trying to catch my breath.

Isaac was looking down at me with his head tilted to one side. His red eyes gleamed faintly.

"You have a strange expression."

—I told you not to drag it out.

"Whatever… Come here at once."

— Come here, bitch who doesn't even know her wrongdoings.

I followed the order in daze.

On the right side of the wide, dark stable, the stallions whine lowly toward their owner.

Mocking gaze. The animals that laugh whilst I cry

"Can you pick one up for me?"

— Bring it here.

I gulped down my dry mouth and turned to the side.

It was hung on a pole above a chest piled with carrots and apples.

"It's the only way to deal with this arrogant thing."

— There is only one punishment that can be given to a stupid girl who doesn't know a single grace given to her.

I paused for a moment and looked at the stallion in the immediate front fence.

The horse stomped on one foot and snorted disapprovingly.

It seems to be asking why it exploded so slowly.

It's all right, it's all right. But I'm the one who thought he was a good person. He just needs to save me later.

"He looks the dirtiest in nature, but he is surprisingly simple……."

Isaac, who was stroking the back of the horses' nose, looked back, paused at the next moment.

"……What are you doing?"

Why is the pattern always the same no matter where I go? Just save my life, bastard.

As a sign of remorse, I approached with tears in my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I've sinned to death."

"What…?"

"It's all my fault. I was presumptuous without knowing grace. I'm absolutely hopeless."

He stared at me. His dark ruby eyes seemed somehow a little dazed.

"You…"

His gaze turned downward. To be precise, he looked at my outstretched hand.

His dull eyes hardened as sharp as a razor.

"It seems that in Romagna, the horses only eat whip as a snack."

"What…?"

Hic! Hiccup came out.

At the same time, he snatched the whip from my hand and threw it away.

Bang!

The stallion, who almost got hit while welcoming the owner, grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Hiccup, hiccup.

But the hiccups didn't stop and kept coming out.

I was trying to cover my mouth with both hands, but Isaac grabbed my hand and made me put it down. His cold, hardened face was terribly frightening.

"Why did you bring that?"

"Hic! That's all I was able to find, so if you tell me where everything else is, I'll bring them back……."

"Bring it back and what do you want me to do with it?"

"s-hic-orry.  I didn't mean to dawdle. Hic I know what I did wrong."

"What did you do wrong?"

"E-Everything. So in the first place, I……."

"No, it's okay. It's fine. Stop talking. Shit!"

I shut my mouth tight.

Isaac let go of my hand, then stepped back and looked at me in silence with an uncontrollable expression.

Rather than glaring at me, he just stared at me. That was more worrisome.

"Why don't you breathe?"

"T-To stop the hiccups……."

I exhaled out the breath that I had been holding back. Fortunately, the hiccups seemed to have stopped.

Instead, I slumped on the floor as my legs lost strength.

My husband looked simply absurd.

"I'm going crazy because of you."

The guy approached me and picked me up like luggage.

Oh, I'm a chick again.

It was disturbing to be in the air like this. And it made me irritated again.

I was scared again that it became a big deal. What is so important about this anyway? Whether it's here or there, I'm afraid of ending up in the same cycle of fate or becoming the subject of fate, so my legs just lost all their power.

Now, get a grip and get back to the role.

"It was because I was dizzy for a second. I didn't do it on purpose."

"I never said you did it on purpose. Damn, what kind of horseback riding meeting is this…."

"I'm sorry. I didn't think much. I just thought I'd be able to get to know the people here."

"What's the use of knowing the people here?"

The blunt retort followed with him taking a few steps back.

Then he bent over and picked up an apple in the chest and handed it to me.

"Take it."

"Oh……."

"You said you were going to choose a horse. My horses are as snobbish as you expect."

I see. The horses are the snobs.

So, the one you asked me to get for was a giant apple Mister, it would have been better if you said it properly!

I felt relieved and at the same time embarrassed. Still, I'm glad he's not annoyed.

Phew, I need to stay alert from now on. He doesn't like crying, so I shouldn't do that again.

"Can I ride your horse?"

"Why not?"

What are you saying, if I rode it secretly, you'd be furious?

I was dumbfounded, but of course I didn't show it.

"Really?"

"……Yes, really."

"Don't you think the horse will be offended?"

"They don't even recognize their owner if you give them an apple."

I was held in my husband's arms and met a muscular black stallion who seemed particularly like the most snobbish horse in here.

His eyes were very arrogant as if he was the master of the word.

Purung purung.

His eyes gently shone all pretentiously when I gently held out the apple.

"Hello. I'll give you this. So, please be nice to me."

"Purung…."

I could feel his gaze. My husband's eyes were the same.

Why are you looking at me like that?

What are you thinking about?

What do you think right now?

First of all, I think he has been interested in what I've been doing so far…….

"It seems like a very precious thing."

"He seems to like you."

"Yes, it's really cool."

"Then let's go."

"What?"

"Cedric!"

The stable keeper, who ran away earlier, rushed back.

He looked a little bewildered, but when Isaac gestured with his chin, he came up and began to saddle his horse.

"Madam…."

"It's okay, she's riding with me."

Cedric opened his eyes as wide as a horseshoe, but asked no questions.

As for me, I asked a question with my eyes wide open just like Cedric.

"Is it really okay to do that?"

"……."

"Are you really taking me?"

"The real thing is…… I don't do anything on Sabbath, so it doesn't matter. Only the apprentices are working."

"But you said you were busy earlier……."

"I was mentally busy."

What kind of guy is like this? Phew, I have to admit it's a very surprising attitude though.

It's a huge improvement for an arrogant hermit who didn't even want to run into me in the first place.

I will continue to make sure that he never lose interest.

* * *

The shores of Lake Greeley, where the meeting was held, were bustling with a lively and noisy atmosphere.

People in light riding clothes and paladins covering the area were mingling together, flirting on horseback and enjoying food at an outdoor table.

The sky above them was blue without a speck of cloud.

It is a beautiful and romantic scenery when I completely remove my situation and position.

……Of course, that romantic mood was soon shattered.

"… Whoa, fuck, what the hell is that?"

"Hey, can you see?"

"Oh me too."

"Is it a hallucination?"

"I don't feel that there is any magic."

Husband, I guess I'm not the only one feeling the fact that you're closer to the Demon King than the Paladin.

Your friends are on the verge of drawing their swords and approaching you.

Whereas those who suddenly cursed or said that they were hallucinating were aristocrats.

One man who saw us fell off the saddle, and another couple spewed juices out of their mouths.

It was like completely destroying the good atmosphere of others, but there was no way Isaac had any conscience to tell that he had caught people off guard.

Isaac rode his horse without delay and approached the table where a group of women were sitting.

It was where Ellenia was.

In contrast to the expression of those around her, which was  shocking itself, Ellenia greeted calmly with her usual indifferent expression.

"What's wrong with you, brother?"

"It is always my responsibility to clean up what you have done."

The guy who was being jeered, jumped out of the saddle.

But then, aren't they just starting a family fight?

No, hey, guys.….

"Don't blame me for this."

"I'm not blaming you."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I don't remember asking you to do anything."

"I'd rather be clear from the beginning."

"Then what about you?"

"Don't be sarcastic. At least be grateful. I'm not like my father."

"I know you're the only person with conscience in my family. So why don't you stop arguing? I'm starting to get annoyed."

What's wrong with this haughty husband of mine, and what's wrong with Ellenia, who is so dignified, all of a sudden acting like this?

Because of this, I felt like being the seed of the problem itself.

Freya, who was sitting next to Ellenia, rose and approached.

She stood between Ellenia, who sat upright, and Isaac, who stood arrogantly with the saddle, and her purple eyes shone anxiously.

"Stop it, both of you. It's not something to argue about. Iz, you stop and just hang out with your wife. Hmm?"

Despite his childhood friend's friendly playfulness, my husband did not budge.

But now I got afraid because Ellenia was also staring at her brother without moving

"Excuse me…."