IHTMP 13

’ll Change My Husband First with an Abduction Marriage- Chapter : 13

Those very dangerous words were spoken in a suspicious tone, and it sounded like they came from a truly harmful person.

I stammered a little as I backed away.
“Why… why are you talking like that?”
“Because it’s the truth?”
There was no way out.

My hips and thighs hit the overly soft bed and got stuck.

When I fell back with a thump,
“Kya!”
Perhaps finding it absurd, Arpad’s laughter fell to the floor like crystal beads shattering.
‘Wow, what a truly annoying man.

Why does even the way he laughs at people have to be so handsome and atmospheric?’
And the price of me letting my guard down for a moment was steep.

Arpad strode toward the bed and threw himself over me!
“Kkiyak!”
Ah, correction—threw himself over me.

Arpad’s face came too suddenly close, so I misunderstood.

He wasn’t layered over me lying on the bed—he was simply standing at the bedside, looking down at me.

As if observing something terribly fascinating.

His red, delicate irises tightened, narrowing his alien, reptile-like pupils.

I could tell very well—he was very… interested, amused, and also suspicious.

That dangerous man spewed harmful nonsense again.
“Is this a clumsy attempt to seduce me, or a scheme to make me let my guard down?”
“S-Seduce you!

What ugly words are those?!”
I sprang up like a roly-poly doll.

And the sudden movement gifted me dizziness.
‘Ah, damn diet!’
After three days of riding, dragging around a body weakened by dietary restrictions for the wedding, my condition had become utterly terrible.

As I was about to collapse, Arpad’s solid arm wrapped around my waist and stopped me.

Thanks to that, I avoided the disaster of headbutting my forehead into Arpad’s handsome forehead.
‘But this is an even more dangerous position?’
Right now, I was wearing only a thin chemise.

And Arpad was wearing nothing but a red robe.

And the room was filled with a strangely sweet scent…….

Behind our backs was a bed scattered with rose petals.

When Arpad whispered low, his voice—somehow, it felt densely concentrated—soaked my ear.
“You know, don’t you?

What it means to complete a marriage.”
“……!”
They were far too dangerous, far too harmful words!

Blood rushed through my whole body.

It felt like my heart was pounding all the way to my fingertips.

Just as my vision began to wash white and my whole body was about to heat up,

I barely came to my senses and cried out.
“I do!
Let’s clearly coordinate our commission and the contract clauses!”
Clench.

I made a fist, held it up in front of Arpad, and shouted desperately.
“You’ve ruined the mood.”
Fortunately, Arpad shed the indecent, dangerous atmosphere from just before.

But the meaningfully muttered words were a bit strange.
“This is something you’ll have to repay later, with interest.”
‘What kind of nonsense……!’
Thanks to that, I was finally able to escape Arpad’s dangerous arms.

And Arpad and I were able to sit facing each other across a clean table, not that strange bed scattered with rose petals.

It was a turbulent process.
* * *
Arpad sat at the table in an utterly arrogant posture.

The elegant fingertips supporting his sharp chin moved idly, without enthusiasm.

At that insincere attitude, the fluffy, cherry-blossom-bud-like woman flared up in anger.
“…Focus, will you!”
“Focus more on that boring explanation?
Do you know how expensive my attention is?”
“If you keep acting like that, I’m going to write the contract however I please!”
That’s right.

Hylia was now drafting a very belated .

Then it wasn’t Crown Prince Arpad, but Mercenary King Gerald who popped out.
“A commission written unilaterally gives the mercenary side the right to void it as well.

Customer.”
“Grrr!”
Because it was so correct, Hylia clenched her fist, which was about to swing forward.
‘Annoying!

So damn irritating!’
When it came to being irritating, her ex-husband and former fiancé Ludwig didn’t even compare to this man.
‘Well, that’s why I picked this guy.’
If he wasn’t a madman on Arpad’s level, he couldn’t break the marriage.

Hylia took a deep breath and tried to regain her composure.
‘No.

If I keep getting dragged along, I’m the one who loses.

The other party is a madman.

You can’t seriously deal with a madman.’
Forcing strength into a hand that kept wanting to go slack, she moved her pen.
“So… since we’ve held the wedding now, Your Highness has carried out the most important part of my commission.”
“The most important part?

Not all of it?”
Hylia shook her head.
“At least until I no longer need it, you must maintain the married state.

This is a very important clause.”
Scribble!

Over the clause written in the commission, Hylia underlined it twice.

Because this is very important!
“You speak as if maintaining the married state will be difficult.”
“Of course.
There’s no way Ludwig will stay still.”
“True.

Your marriage was groundwork for my imperial father to make that Ludwig bastard into my rival.”
Arpad crossed his leg in the other direction.

With his bare legs almost exposed, Hylia didn’t know where to put her eyes.
‘Don’t tell me… he’s wearing nothing under that robe!’
She couldn’t bring herself to ask, afraid she’d get an answer that said he really wasn’t.

She forced her gaze to focus only on the paper and deliberately read in a crisp voice.
“And as the advance payment, the client has already paid Agrippina’s Tear…….”
Seeing Hylia’s obvious struggle, Arpad gave a soft snort of laughter.

He came close and, deliberately blowing a breath into her ear, corrected her.
“More precisely, it would be accurate to say you paid with Agrippina’s Tear and the information related to it.”
“H-Hiyak!
Y-Yes, that’s right!”
Hylia was turning into a color where it was hard to distinguish her hair from her complexion.

The way she stammered while covering ears tinged with a similar cherry-blossom color with her hand was quite cute.
‘Hmm.

Her ears are sensitive.’
If she knew he was thinking that, she would have made an even bigger fuss.

Hylia, whose whole body had turned pink, clung to the commission even more passionately.

Then Arpad, with a mischievous expression, threw in a jab.

At the first line at the very top of the commission.
“By the way, this is strange.

Why are you ‘Gap’ and I ‘Eul’?”
-Hereafter, the client Hylia Delphine shall be referred to as ‘Gap,’ and the mercenary Gerald (Arpad Istrid) shall be referred to as ‘Eul.’

Amazingly, even in this world’s language, there were words corresponding to the Korean ‘Gap’ and ‘Eul.’

Hylia had written that 그대로 into the commission.

And she was being protested by Arpad, who had become ‘Eul.’

Hylia narrowed her eyes into triangles.
“Isn’t it common sense that the client is Gap?”
“This isn’t an ordinary commission.

You seem to keep forgetting who I am.”
“I’m not forgetting.
Arpad Istrid, Crown Prince, Your Highness!”
She chattered on.
“And if you’re going to complain about even something that basic, shouldn’t you have focused from the moment I started drafting the commission?”
The posture—one hand on her hip, the other hand extending a finger right up close to his face—was surprisingly imposing.

Arpad only let out a snort of laughter.
“Fine.
I’ll let this one go.”
“The one letting it go isn’t Your Highness, it’s me?”
Even so, Hylia diligently kept writing down the commission clauses.

It was an achievement accomplished by pushing through Arpad’s interference—the ‘Eul’ of the contract and the only hindrance.

But when they reached the final clause, Arpad’s eyebrow lifted.
“‘If one of Gap or Eul requests divorce after Eul ascends to the Emperor’s seat, the divorce is established immediately’?

What is this?

Are you saying divorce is possible even if only one person wants it?”
Hylia’s eyes widened.
“That’s right.

By then, things will probably be mostly over, and it won’t matter if we divorce.”
“If it’s after I become Emperor, wouldn’t you already be Empress?
You’d divorce then?”
Arpad asked as if he couldn’t understand.

Then Hylia nodded, brightening.
“Exactly!
This is the clearest proof of my purity!”
“Pu… rity?”
For the first time, disturbance entered Arpad’s voice.

It wasn’t so much a trembling as it was a discomfort—like seeing a half-eaten worm inside an apple you’d bitten into pleasantly.
“Yes!
With this, I can prove that I’m not doing this commission because I want the Empress’s seat or power!”
Hylia was very enthusiastic.

Like an employee explaining the most important selling point of a product they’re pitching.

But the buyer’s reaction wasn’t very positive.
“Why would you prove that?”
“…Pardon?”
No, rather… it was quite negative.

Hylia panicked.
‘What?

Why is he suddenly like this?

What is it that he didn’t like!’
This was a clause Hylia had added purely out of goodwill.
‘You have a lover anyway, or you’re going to soon!’
That’s right.

Hylia clearly remembered the rumors that had spread about Arpad before her regression.
“They say the Crown Prince went mad because he lost his lover.”
“They say he was completely driven mad after having the one he loved taken from him.”
And so on.

If such a heartbreaking lover appeared, she intended to disappear on her own.

And on top of that, she wasn’t even coveting the power of the Empress’s seat—she was saying she’d step down neatly—so why was he acting like this?