How To Win My Husband Over

Episode 28: Archbishop

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"It's not like that. I'm…"

"What do you mean 'not something like that'?"

His huge palm with the gauntlet slapped on my forehead.

……He didn't hit it, he just pressed it. Was he trying to feel my temperature? That's right. He did it last time too.

"That's strange. Why are you sweating so much when you don't have a fever?"

"I heard she played in the garden earlier…… Could it be that she got exposed to too much cold wind? She looks sick."

Freya, who was quick to help, was cheeky, but somehow plausible.

Isaac immediately glared at me with a pathetic expression. Save my life.

"I don't know if I'm married or if I'm taking care of a child, hmph……."

Hey, you cold-blooded bastard! Yes, I'm immature! It's the innocent, idiot, immature southern princess who has only a six-year-old princess on the same level as her friends! Please think so all the time.

"I won't bother you. I was so excited that I couldn't help but……."

"What else was so exciting?"

"Because I'm going to dine with you?"

I was going to say "sleeping together," but I changed it slightly because it was too cheeky.

I am shy in front of young people. Cough cough.

"It really makes me want to dissect your head."

At the same time as the dreadful words came out of his mouth, my feet were lifted into the air.

Aaaah, no, you bastard! The situation of the chick is insecure!

"Iz?"

"Tell him to apologize next time. We don't have much time today."

He was a husband who was always abusive to everyone. What a posh thing.

His posture was so unsteady that I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck, and I felt him flinched as he did last time.

Ha, You have even shown me your naked body so what's wrong with you? I want to stick a bouquet of flowers in his head, but I'll hold it in.

"I'm heavy, so you can put me down."

"Then you'll fall down and suffer with nosebleed all over again."

I have nothing to say. Oh, shame. The nosebleed at that time is a real shame and it will take time for it to be forgotten.

At that time, I tried to argue that it was because I was sick, but I held it in case he threw me down.

No, I hate being thrown. It doesn't hurt as much as getting hit, but it's still quite traumatic.

Since it's like this, should I work on making progress? The plan failed earlier,, so this time, step by step…….

"I'm so excited to be hugging you like this."

"……."

"You know, I think you're……."

"What song did Lorenzo sing to you?"

What? W-Why are you asking that all of a sudden? Didn't you know?

"I can't remember…."

"I heard it was a song that made fun of your curly hair. Is that right?"

Aha. That's how you knew……. That's ridiculous. Besides, I don't have curly hair. It's a natural wave!

Well, you don't have to tell me the lyrics of that dirty song.

What if he starts paying attention to those rumours? I hate it. I don't want to look like I'm picking a fight.

"Yes, I think so."

"That's a quick answer considering you don't remember it."

"Oh, I heard you're going to have lunch with me in the future, is that true?"

"The real thing is…… yes. Why? Don't you like it?"

Yes, no, it's a new kind of torture!

I thought I was going to die throwing up my breakfast, you meat-eating beast!

"No way. I can't believe it. Are you serious?"

"I think I already answered that it is true."

"I'm so happy!"

So let's move on quickly. I quickly pecked his sharp jawline, burning my black heart.

Phew, I'll definitely get you there soon….….

"Lord…..?"

Huh?

I blinked and turned my head. Only then did the surrounding scenery come into view.

A magnificent library-like place where the statues of saints towering over with solemn-like air. And there were priests with somewhat bewildered expression.

D-Don't tell me…… Was it not enough that the pope's daughter was held in this solemn place by her monstrous husband in front of these solemn people, but she also peck the cheek of this monstrous creature front of everyone?

Hey, you bastard! You can't bring me all the way here!

"Lady Rudbeckia, welcome. I've been looking forward to seeing you."

The pale blonde archbishop greeted politely as if he had been embarrassed.

Is that Freya's uncle? He looks surprisingly young.

I looked at Isaac to ask him to stop.

The arrogant husband was just staring at me while he stopped walking.

Her red ruby eyes look blank for some reason. What's wrong with him?

"Cardinal Valentino has sent me a message to take special care of his sister."

Can't we just leave Cesare's story behind? My arms held in his arms are very uneasy. It would be better if you just put me down.

"This temple was specially recognized by the Holy Father for its faith a long time ago. Lady Rudbeckia, please consider this place your home and feel free to visit anytime."

"Thank you."

The archbishop, who had taken the lead a few steps, stopped in front of the entrance to the vineyard and looked back at us. If kindness had a face, it would be like this.

"Actually, I was worried because you two haven't come yet to make an appointment, but looking at it today, I think it was a useless concern."

Don't mention that, please!

I tried to recall what kind of person this archbishop was in the original story, but no matter how much I tried to think about it, her didn't seem to be a big part.

Although Rudbeckia has been in and out of this place, it did not come out in detail who and what she usually talked to.

This was the weak point of the supporting role. The fact that their actions are not described in detail……….

"I'm not the type to be bound by old traditions. As you know."

Huh? I opened my eyes wide and looked at my husband without realizing it.

Not only I but also the archbishop seemed a little embarrassed by these sudden words.

"Haha……It's even more reassuring to hear the Lord say that, but wouldn't it be right for your wife to follow the custom, even if it bothers you so much, she is, afterall, the daughter of His Holiness? In order to avoid any misunderstanding."

"It's a joke. My wife has been refraining from going out because she hasn't been feeling well. I will visit you again soon on that matter."

It's polite, but why did it sound sarcastic?

The archbishop was also responding with a caring smile, but he seemed uncomfortable somehow.

What's this atmosphere?

A sudden realization occurred. It was clear that Isaac didn't like that archbishop.

The Archbishop also seems to feel the same.

Apparently, not only the archbishop but also the other priests around him had a similar atmosphere.

It's like seeing a wild beast invading the peaceful vineyard of the Lord….….

Even the best paladins were not necessarily on good terms with other priests. Besides, this guy's personality must be easy to read even to toddlers.

The only thing I didn't understand is why and for what purpose did this bastard bring me here.

What the hell is he up to? What are you trying to do? What are you up to, husband!

The archbishop, who coughed and glanced at Isaac, smiled warmly at me again.

"Lady Rudbeckia, I believe you will not have any problems with your religious activities while you are here. You are in time, since we will be hosting a charity event here for the upcoming St. Agnes Day. I'm sure you'll be happy to attend."

"Ah……."

It's me. I am the symbol of the special day.

I smiled clumsily and glanced into my husband's eyes.

The consistently cruel husband opened his mouth with his eyes fixed on the archbishop.

"Can we attend as a couple?"

"……Of course. It is even more welcome if the Lord comes with the madam. I guess you don't want to be separated even for a while because you're newly married. Haha."

Leave those words alone, Archbishop.

This arrogant bastard must have decided to set me up and plan to throw me into a trap and watch over me. What kind of chilling death situation between a husband and wife is this?

My guess was right, that's why he brought me here today!

He was just trying to show us to my father's information network!

He's holding me like a chick and watching me, so don't even dream of smashing and hitting Omerta in the back.… You bastard!

Maybe there is something else behind it.

For example, use the fact that I am the Pope's daughter for the better.

I was a fool who had no foundation in this place and came with me to build a new position by interacting with the Northern priests with enemies

Phew, yes. I was foolish to expect so badly. I'm not the type to have that crazy imagination.

Why did you do such a stupid thing all of a sudden? It's a little awkward.

My eyes glistened passionately, swallowing the urge to tighten my arms around his neck.

"Is it real?"

"……."

"Can I really attend? With you?"

"Can't you react like a normal person at least once?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I can't believe my ears……."

"I didn't see you like that, but you're suspicious."

What does this mean? At any rate, it seems if you don't be sarcastic for a moment, you'll get something in your mouth.

"Then I understand that you two will be attending together. The event will be bigger than expected."

After that, we left the temple after parting our ways with the archbishop who had a lunch appointment with his nephews.

The damn husband looked more elated than usual, perhaps because things went according to his plan. an unlucky thing

But what does it mean, bigger than expected?

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A few days passed, and it was not until the feast of St. Agnes that I finally understood the meaning of the Archbishop's last words.

I knew long ago that a charity event hosted by this parish is no different from the charity event of my previous life.

In particular, in a world where religion is such a big backbone of power, even for a brief moment, any powerful person would show their face, even for a moment.

Even so, I thought that it would not be as grandiose as the Papal States of Romagna.

It's also a place where survival is more important than a religious event.

"Oh, madam, you're here!"

"I wish only milady would have come, but why did you come here with that damned bastard?"

"Hahaha, nice to meet you, too."

Of course, my prediction was wrong this time too. It was hard to tell whether this was a charity event or an outdoor banquet hall.