Chapter 27
Husband of My Ideal Type
Was Eyzar teasing me just now? He had always been shy around my jokes…
“Eyzar, don’t joke around.”
“I’m speaking seriously.”
“Then why does that ideal type sound so much like me?”
I tried to deny it, but when I pressed him directly, he looked me in the eyes and replied smoothly:
“Perhaps it’s because my wife is my type.”
“Enough. I’m not asking anymore. Let’s stop.”
How could I be his type? He was completely different from Bertisha in both looks and personality. His tastes couldn’t have suddenly changed in such a short time.
Huh… this man. At first, he seemed infuriating and foolish. But now, he had this sly, teasing side too.
Thinking I wouldn’t get any more answers, I decided to give up for today and focus on going out.
But Eyzar asked me a question.
“Then, wife, what is your ideal type?”
“You already know my conditions for a marriage partner, don’t you?”
“That was regarding a marriage partner, which is different from an ideal type.”
I tried to slip away like water, but he blocked my path.
Why would knowing my taste matter? I had only asked about his ideal type to help him move on from his old love.
“Are you really that curious?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Hmm…”
He said he was curious. I couldn’t avoid answering. I paused to think. My ideal type… meaning my taste in men.
“Of course, I prefer someone handsome. Since my eyes are a little sharp, I’d like someone gentle and soft-eyed.”
I didn’t dislike sharp eyes, like those of a typical villainous supporting character, but my ideal was someone with a softer, friendly expression. Someone more like a puppy than a cat, easier to approach.
“I’d like someone who smiles at what I say, and whose smile is beautiful. I hate silence and loneliness.”
I had endured unbearable quiet during my times of seclusion, so I wanted someone who listened and laughed easily.
“Also… maybe because I wield a sword, I’d like someone capable of protecting themselves. Tall, with a good physique, who could spar with me occasionally and be by my side…”
“…W-Wait! Wife!”
“Yes? Why are you calling me? I still had more to say.”
“Th-That preference of yours…”
“Yes.”
“Are you… teasing me?”
“Teasing? How?”
Why was his face suddenly flushed? Had I played some trick on him?
“The ideal type you just described… matches me perfectly…”
I was shocked. I retraced my words. Soft, friendly eyes—not sharp. Smiles easily, with a beautiful smile. Tall, fit, can spar, can defend himself…
Oh. That’s right. Eyzar. Had I unconsciously described him as my ideal type? Otherwise, how could the person in front of me match my description so exactly?
‘If Eyzar was teasing me, then I’ve basically described my true preference. How is this possible?’
I muttered to myself in amazement.
“So… I guess my ideal type really is Eyzar… It couldn’t match so perfectly otherwise.”
“S-Stop joking around.”
It wasn’t a joke. My unconscious words had revealed something I didn’t even know about myself, and now my mind was in chaos.
In other words, I was married to the man of my ideal type. Even if it was a contract marriage, we shared a bed, shared our daily life…
Drip. My eyes fell on the sweat-drenched, beautiful man again. My effort to avoid looking at him was useless—my gaze wouldn’t leave him.
‘Danger. This is dangerous.’
Red warning lights flashed in my mind. Yet, my body ignored them, and my hand almost reached out on its own.
“J-Julietta?”
His voice startled me, and I withdrew my hand. I was in a dangerous state. I needed to leave before doing something reckless.
“I-I’m sorry! I’ll go now!”
Why was this happening? Why was my heart racing, breath quickening, face burning? I needed to cool myself down.
“Wait, stop. Wife!”
Why was Eyzar chasing after me?
“You just returned from the training hall. Go wash up quickly! I’ll stop following, I promise!”
“You might fall!”
“I won’t… ugh!”
Of course, today I wore high-heeled shoes. I stumbled, trying to stabilize and land safely, when his hands swiftly caught my waist.
“Why are you running so dangerously?”
“…Sorry.”
He lifted me, steadying me upright. Then, seeing my shoes, he knelt.
“Eyzar, what are you doing? Why are you kneeling?”
I tried to pull him up. A duke kneeling should only kneel to the emperor.
But he remained calm.
“Julietta, it seems your shoe heel is broken. It’s dangerous. You should change shoes before going out.”
“Ah… thank you. But the servants will see. It’s better to stand up now.”
Ignoring my words, he carefully removed my shoes. I didn’t know what to do, so I gave up and let him handle it.
He placed my shoes neatly aside, then stood up and apologized.
“Sorry, wife. I hurriedly touched your foot.”
“No! It’s fine. You were helping me.”
I felt the apology should be mine. I almost fell while fleeing, my heel broke, and Eyzar had kneelingly helped me so attentively.
“I’ll handle it from here.”
“But I can’t walk with broken heels.”
“Walking barefoot for a moment is fine. Besides, the maids will see if we walk too long.”
I tried not to inconvenience him further, but he grabbed me.
“What if you step on a thorn while walking like that?”
“Ah… but then what…?”
I couldn’t risk falling again wearing those shoes.
“If it’s not too rude, may I carry you, wife?”
“Eyzar… me? I’m heavy, you know?”
I didn’t want to tire him out after training, so I said it jokingly. Eyzar laughed out loud.
“Heh… hahaha.”
His laughter startled me. I wondered what was so funny.
“That was the funniest thing I’ve heard all year.”
“I was serious, you know?”
Then he grinned and lifted me up in an instant. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
“But you’re so light. Keep your arms wrapped around me for safety, wife.”
I tried to pull my arms away, but his words made it impossible. I remained quietly in his embrace.
‘I’m not a three-year-old child.’
He had a tendency to overprotect me sometimes. The wind lifted my skirt. Perhaps his chest was wide; it was comfortable and difficult to avert my gaze.
His chest was too visible. I deliberately looked at the sky, avoiding it.
“Then why were you running away?”
I couldn’t exactly deny it. I had stumbled rather spectacularly.
“…I realized something.”
“Realized?”
“The ideal type I described… I wasn’t joking. It really matches Eyzar. So… I panicked.”
Afraid I might do something reckless, I pressed my lips together. No matter how much he treated me well, he wouldn’t like a wife who suddenly laid hands on him.
“Julietta.”
“Yes?”
“If it’s true that my appearance matches your ideal type… I’m extremely happy.”
Even if I said he matched my ideal type, why would he be happy? But then his next words shocked me.
“Actually, I’m not very confident about my looks.”
What? Did Eyzar just say he’s not confident in his appearance?
“Eyzar… who on earth said something like that?”
“W-Wife?”
“Tell me right now! Don’t you remember I said I absolutely love your face?”
“I-I remember.”
How could anyone say anything to make this gorgeous man insecure about his looks?
“Then why the lack of confidence? With this appearance, who wouldn’t be confident?”
“Haha… really?”
“Yes! Of course!”
He smiled, but now wasn’t the time for smiles. I was intensely curious who dared belittle him.
“Phew. Why did you ever think that? Did someone say something terrible to you?”
“Well… not really. I just had doubts. But hearing your words, I feel I can be confident and brave.”
“Yes! What a relief!”
I nodded enthusiastically, unaware that Eyzar was already scheming about how to use his looks around me.
