How To Win My Husband Over

Chapter 6

Episode 6: Praise My Acting Skills

What kind of image would work best for a paladin who was hot-headed? That's the main problem.

First of all, he's a paladin, so if I approach him all pitiful, he won't hit me even if he's angry, right?

The marble stairs colored by the summer sun glistened white.

I had imagined a gloomy and bizarre labyrinth-like beauty which would appear in fantasy games when it comes to the temple in the north. However, the temple had a different style to those in Romagna which was able to accentuate its own beauty which looked magnificent.

Of course my goal was not to visit the temple perse.

Currently, I was hiding behind a marble pillar and peeking at the raucous training area.

I didn't mean to snoop around while hiding, but somehow it turned out like this.

It gave a suspicious image.

There was nothing dreamy about medieval paladins in black armour, gathering in twos or threes with glowing swords.

Perhaps because it was an area plagued by monsters all year round, they gave off a much rougher and more aggressive attitude compared to the knights of Romagna.

The armor and equipment looked much heavier and clunky. How can he move so lightly with that on?

"Who are you looking for?"

The polite voice brought me to my senses after looking around at the field.

A paladin who appeared silently from behind was looking down at me.

He had pretty face like a girl. A soft and graceful smile. His hair, curled around his temples, had a lovely golden tone.

The man blinked slowly as I pretended to hesitate.

Once, twice. His pale green eyes twinkled with an unknown light.

"Aren't you Lady Rudbeckia?"

"Oh…."

"Don't get me wrong. When you arrived at Port of El Mos, I was part of the party"

"I see. I'm sorry, it is rude of me……."

"No wonder you didn't recognize me. Speaking of which, what brings you here? Did you stop by to see the temple?"

"No, I heard my husband was here."

When I answered with a shy smile, the man was silent for a moment.

The sight of his wide eyes blinking seemed to be a mix of startled and perplexed.

Then, those eyes, which still perplexed, turned down toward the basked in my hand.

"……wait a moment."

He smiled kindly again and walked past the pillar toward the field.

I was about to poke my head out again.

"Isaac! Your wife is here! ……Isaac! Hey! You fucking bastard! Are you ignoring me?! Your wife is here! Ah, fuck just stay there all of you!"

The words that came out of that sweet mouth were shocking.

What the hell is wrong with these people in this world?

I hid myself behind the pillar and gazed endlessly at the statue on the opposite wall.

Saint Agnes embracing a Lamb. I suddenly wanted to vomit again. It's strange, I've already vomited……….

"What are you doing?"

A cold, low-pitched voice pierced my ears.

I raised my head and opened my eyes wide.

Isaac was standing with one arm leaning on the pillar, looking down at me with that bloodthirsty look.

Beads of sweat dripped down from the tangled silver hair on his forehead.

Huh, it would be worth watching to see him having a staring with Cesar, boy.

"I-I… this morning……."

"What?"

"I think you're upset because of me today. So I was worried……."

When I trailed the end of my words and pretended to read the room, he raised the corners of his lips. As if my action was ridiculous.

He leaned himself suddenly.

"It's okay since I see that you are doing well now."

"W-wait a minute!"

He immediately shook my hands that were clinging to the picnic basket.

The force reeled me back causing me to drop the picnic basket on the floor. The basket rolled around.

Oh, my God.

"Ah…."

According to Ellenia, the fruit inside is a rare one from this area.

I squatted on the floor and started picking up the precious fruits that fell down.

I expected him to leave immediately, but Isaac stopped there and stared intently at what I was doing.

His red eyes glistened with bewilderment.

"What are you doing?"

What, I'm picking up precious fruit.

He sounded exasperated.

"I- I'm sorry. I brought it for you.…."

"Do you think I asked about that? Why are you picking up what already fell on the floor?"

"……I'm sorry."

Open up, dam. Let it flow like a river.

As I crouched helplessly and got up, tears welled up and flowed down my cheeks.

A lot of it.

It's my ability to do this, but I think I can aim for an Academy Award for Best Actor at this point.

It was close to an instinct that I learnt in my previous life.

Once I started crying, the situation was bound to ease up a little.

Of course, there were people on whom it didn't work— like my elder brother—throughout my previous life. However, what kind of man is he?

"I'm sorry to offend you. I just, I think you have a misunderstanding about me, so I'm trying to explain……."

The best knight in the North was still standing there glaring at me.

He is a consistent guy. Your eyeballs will come out at this rate, boy.

"What kind of misunderstanding?"

"You thought I've been planning to annul my marriage in advance……."

"……."

"Of course, I know it's natural for you to think so, and I know it's natural for you to hate me. I'm sure it's like that for anyone. But I……."

"Who said it? That I hate you?"

I sobbed and opened my eyes wide.

A smirk appeared on the corner of his lips as he tilted his head and approached me.

I got goosebumps for a moment.

Far from crying, he must hate someone who cried terribly.

"I don't remember telling anyone I hate you."

"I-I mean, you don't like……."

"No, I don't hate you"

Look at him.

Let's give it a try, right?

"A-Are you serious?"

"Of course."

"Really, like really?"

With eyes full of hope, I clasped my hands tightly and smiled excitedly with anticipation.

There was a moment of silence.

The smile of the guy who was looking at me slowly faded away.

Isaac stared me in the face for a long, very long time in silence.

For a moment, I thought he'd hit me.

But that didn't happen.

As soon as he blinked, his eyes suddenly filled with cold discomfort.

"……Damn it, what the hell am I doing?"

His voice was full of absurdity. Should I say there was a hint of shame?

The way he turned around and swept his hair irritably feels very self blame.

Oh, my.

This was it. I threw it at the risk of getting hurt, and I was lucky to get a response right away.

"Are you okay?"

The next thing he did was pick up the fruit that fell at his feet after glancing at me, who was innocently asking more questions.

He threw it into the basket and pulled it close.

Oh, my God, such a powerful bastard.

"I don't need this, so don't do anything useless."

"But…"

"I'm telling you in advance in case you misunderstand, but I don't care if this charade ends today. It's just that I can't handle seeing someone act clumsily like this. So stop playing with me and write me a letter asking to go home right away, Little Southern Princess."

I can see he is thinking half-heartedly.

I feel more and more certain.

He knew I wasn't the naive ascetic type, so for a guy like him, pretending to be clumsy, smart or different from others would be poisonous.

However, he's not the type to let it go just because I cry or look pitiful.

So the gap I saw a little while ago was all the more precious.

Maybe it was because he thought I wasn't even worth being mad at.

Even if we wrestle or engage in psychological warfare, he'll feel like only I'm childish.

The things I do and my purpose are so obvious and insignificant that there is no sense of vigilance or suspicion…….

….Hang on, but who allows that young bastard, who is only four years older than me, to call me a kid now?

Do you think it is allowed because you are bigger?

"But I don't want to."

"Why? Is it possible that this gutter already feels like home to you?"

A gutter. Did you think I'd consider this place a gutter? Thank you for letting me know.

"I… I've fallen for you."

For a moment only the sound of the wind passing by could be heard.

I dropped my head to hide my red face. Praise my acting skills.

"What?"

"I know you hear that a lot and it is possible you won't like me. But you were the first one to save me like that. I'll do my best to fix what's lacking, and I'll ask for nothing…… Can't you let me be of any help? You said you didn't hate me."

Alas, I have turned into a girl fan.

It's the most obvious and insignificant thing to guys like you.

If you only treat me like that in the future, there is hope for me too.

I felt like I heard a booing sound somewhere.

It seemed like someone was sneaking around and watching us in a very exciting mood.

With that sound as background music, I raised my face and smiled.

As bright as before, without any countermeasures.

Isaac apparently decided to pretend he didn't hear the lines I just poured out.

Or did he think that if he dealt with me more, he would feel more ashamed than before?

The way he turned around without a word and a word was consistently cold.

I nailed it to that consistent back, with a clear, consistent wedge.

"I'll never bother you. I'm telling you now."

Of course there was no answer back. Such a reserved being.