How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 96

 

“That’s so like Father. On the Omerta side, they can’t show it openly because of the presence of the princess, but it’s possible if we push her.”

 

Ha, yes. It’s really a Borgian idea.

 

Unless the Pope admits it, no king of any country can sit on the throne at will.

 

It was a powerful holy right that came down through a very long history.

 

Of course, no matter how absolute the power was, it was surprisingly unlikely that it had a great impact on the succession rights of other royal families without a proper justification in the Vatican.

 

For now, it was a common practice for the heir to the throne to pledge loyalty to the Pope, and for the Vatican to send greetings to attend the coronation ceremony in the sense of approval.

 

But if it’s the current situation in Britannia…….

 

If the Pope declared that there could be no king mixed with the blood of a pagan, there was no shortage of justification.

 

It was rather unfair. There would be many people inside Britannia who’d welcome it.

 

No, there’d be a lot. If Omerta agrees with that, the result was already set.

 

Was that why they were talking earlier?

 

Did King Feanol ever guess what would happen?

 

“Do you want to be a queen, Ruby?”

 

There was actually someone else who wanted to hear that question.

 

As the wave-like confusion receded, my mind worked quickly.

 

If it really happened, wouldn’t the ending of the original work, which I was so worried about, be a completely different world story?

 

Ellenia’s assassination was likely to have never happened.

 

But what about Arien? What will happen to Arien? And should I say that this was right?

 

“I… I don’t know, I’ve never imagined it. I don’t know if my husband will agree with it.”

 

“It’s your husband. All you have to do is say that you want to be a queen.”

 

Cesare muttered with a snort.

 

I wondered if he was serious, as his purple eyes became distorted.

 

I carefully chose my words, swallowing my trembling breath.

 

“But then.. I have no chance of going back home. Is that okay with you?”

 

Cesare did not answer immediately.

 

Instead, he just stood holding my hand and stared at me silently for a long time.

 

Emotions were completely gone in both eyes.

 

“You’re right. Even if it’s not Father, I’m me.”

 

Finally, the voice answering the question was low. It sounded almost hoarse.

 

“So you can’t be a person who is satisfied with catching fish while living on an island.”

 

“That…”

 

to be a queen,

 

quickly erupted in his eyes. As the blue fire blazed, my hand

 

question, it was such a terrible situation

 

that all of a

 

be a queen next to him. I don’t

 

open.

 

he could slaughter a person only with his

 

can’t be true.

 

a blind eye to the temple’s approach

 

doubt it, so my husband hates it

 

You don’t just write letters that are monitored

 

word sounded like an

 

anger toward me, I felt the hatred

 

doubt passed

 

mad

 

husband who had everything

 

birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining throne, not

 

Pope’s eldest

 

of the inferiority complex that he was

 

know it would

 

didn’t expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

I’m very confused right now. My

 

shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have said

 

of Cesare’s

 

problem was that I was not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider

 

have let you go

 

me off and growled graciously. Then he pulled

 

made the decision, it was suffocating to

 

forgive me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want to be a

 

“I-I mean…”

 

me wrong, Ruby. It’s only a moment before he abandons you. If that happens, the queen will stay as the queen. In the

 

* * *

 

hurting my head while rolling here a long time ago. Was it when I

 

“Is that so…?”

 

At that time, the princess was playing hide-and-seek

 

I was

 

but she

 

of old memories. A time when the

 

away a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling

 

transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to regret

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

was about to say let’s just

 

the sudden voice. At the same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable

 

did you come all the

 

find you, to take a walk. I’ve been sitting down for so long that I have a

 

and pressed her temple, Sir Camu, a man with

 

a blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks with

 

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