How to Get My Husband on My Side

“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…”

want to be a queen, Ruby? Be

quickly erupted in his eyes. As the

sudden question, it was such a terrible situation that I was

all of a

be happy to be a queen next to him. I don’t think you want to come back home

open. This

person only with his eyes, I would have been fragmented

be

blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout your time here. Why is

the family always doubt

a way to communicate with the temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every

last word sounded like

than just anger toward me, I felt the hatred of someone who was not

passed

he mad with

had

all his strength against his father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage,

that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare

complex that he was such an

know it would be

Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority complex that bothered

“I…”

“…….”

I’m very confused right now. My husband is nice to me,

I shouldn’t

shouldn’t have said

I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made

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

shouldn’t have let you go

growled graciously. Then he pulled

that of the viper who made the decision, it was suffocating

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

“I-I mean…”

father anymore. Don’t get me wrong, Ruby. It’s only a moment before he abandons you. If that happens, the queen will stay as the queen. In the end, it’s always you and me. You’ll realize it

* * *

while rolling here a long time ago. Was it when

“Is that so…?”

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

was so

but she

when the courtyard of Omerta’s

chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling

over the transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her long golden hair

“Are they fighting?”

“I think so too….”

head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to regret chasing

“At this point…”

“Ellen!”

this point, she was about

same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable

did you come all the

been sitting

Sir Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted Freya with a feisty face as

a blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange