Forget My Husband, I’ll Go Make Money

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When they saw Mukali’s terrifying face, they realized this wasn’t the time to act strong.

“Oh dear…”

Right then, someone walked out from behind Mukali.
He looked at the Head Knight’s face and shook his head in resignation.

“You’ve done it again.”

It was Jacquelin, Tarkan’s strategist.

“He deserves to be hit.” (Mukali)

“You always say that after hitting people.” (Jacquelin)

“But this guy…!”

“I know.”

Jacquelin replied then he lifted the Head Knight to his feet.

Saying ‘he lifted’ was a lie because he practically grabbed the man by the neck and pulled him up.

Wham!

A dull sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out as the Head Knight’s face suddenly changed.
The other side of his face which had been fine so far began to swell too.

“Now you’ve done it too.”

“Yeah.”

While bantering like that, Mukali and Jacquelin looked at the remaining knights who had gone pale.
Then they raised their fist.

“Kuh!”

“Aaah!”

Durante, who was at the back watching the two of them harmoniously beat up the knights, gave a deep sigh.

Now that the bastard known as ‘the schemer’ had joined in, dealing with the aftermath was entirely up to him. [1]

Since it couldn’t be helped, he might as well finish it off.

He walked up to the Head Knight who had collapsed while foaming at the mouth, then he gently pressed down with his boots.

On the eggs between the man’s legs.

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“Gaaaaah!”

A terrible and chilling scream rippled through the air.

Crack, the eggs broke.

* * *

Back to the front of the bridal chamber.

Tarkan and Aristine were still frozen.

There seemed to be a terrible scream coming from somewhere, as if someone had lost the most precious thing in their life.

But with ‘shalala~’ sound effect everywhere, it passed by their ears without any significance.
(T/N: Imaginary sound effect)

Tarkan couldn’t bring himself to take a step inside.

Meanwhile, Aristine strode into the marital room.

She was a little surprised by the unexpected interior design, but she didn’t find it strange.
It might be a little crazy spending every night here, but it was much better than the place where she was imprisoned.

‘No, I can’t even compare the two.’

She walked up to the bed then she looked back at Tarkan who was still standing at the doorway.

“What are you doing? You’re not coming in?”

Seeing Tarkan raise a brow, Aristine tilted her head.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?”

This time, his eyes shook.

Aristine lightly sat on the bed.

Indeed, the court ladies were right in telling her to trust them.
It was incredibly fluffy and soft.

“It’s very fluffy.”

This time, Tarkan’s body flinched.

‘Why is he acting like this again?’

Aristine looked at him doubtfully and gave up thinking about it.
Too many things happened today, and she had just taken a bath so her whole body felt languid.

Tarkan entered the room very slowly.

His steps were cautious and vigilant, like a beast that had entered an unknown territory.

Aristine flung away the rose petals and dove under the blanket.
As she lay sprawled comfortably, the soft bed cradled her like it was sucking her in.

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The blanket was also very cozy.

‘So nice…’

She was in bliss.

When she opened her eyes slightly, she saw Tarkan who had approached the bed at some point, looking down at her.
His expression was complicated, and he looked like he had a lot to say.

‘I’m sure he has a lot to say.’

But before that, she had to strike first.

Aristine poked one hand out of the blanket and point to the floor.

“Well, you can sleep on the floor.”

Tarkan’s face turned strange.

Aristine puffed herself up like she was bracing herself.
The bed must be defended!

“I definitely said it! I told you many times I like the fluffy one.”

At those words, Tarkan’s expression turned even stranger.

‘So in other words, she wasn’t asking for a fluffy bed because she expected an incredible night…’

It meant she was going to sleep on the soft bed while Tarkan slept on the hard floor.

Aristine strengthened her resolve and looked at Tarkan with round eyes.

She was never going to yield!

However, Tarkan didn’t even move a muscle and kept standing there.

After having an intense mental battle by herself, Aristine sighed heavily.

“I guess it can’t be helped.”

Aristine slowly sat up.

And she stretched her hand towards Tarkan.

“We’ll just hold hands and sleep.
You trust me, right?”

 

 

Translator’s Corner:

[1] When I looked this term up, the first thing I got was ‘machinator’ but I went with schemer because ‘Machinator’ sounds over-the-top.
What do you think?

**Aw, I thought after YGTWHV, I was done translating sound effects.
On a different note, I started laughing once I read eggs.
I thought Durante was the level-headed one but he’s the extreme one lmao.