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…”

 

a queen, Ruby?

 

As the blue fire blazed,

 

it was such a terrible situation that

 

that all of a

 

to him. I don’t think you want to come back

 

open. This wasn’t a

 

slaughter a person only with his eyes, I would have been

 

be true.

 

to the temple’s approach

 

the family always doubt it, so my

 

If you still missed me, you would have found a way to communicate with the temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every time. Seriously, what rights does he have to stop you?

 

last word sounded like an

 

me, I felt the

 

passed

 

he mad with

 

who had everything he

 

birth, a flawless noble lineage,

 

sense of inferiority that the Pope’s

 

of the inferiority complex that he was such an

 

it would be this

 

Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

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

 

guess I shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have said

 

the decisive problem was that I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s

 

to know that, but an outsider who monopolized

 

have let

 

and growled graciously. Then he

 

the viper who made the decision, it was suffocating to be near

 

didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments.

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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

 

* * *

 

while rolling here a long time ago. Was it when I was

 

“Is that so…?”

 

remember? At that time, the princess

 

I was

 

but she

 

afterimage of old memories. A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full of young

 

of dimly rising memory, Ellenia

 

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

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

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

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

was about to say let’s

 

time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable about

 

come all the

 

walk. I’ve been sitting down for so long

 

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

 

and Ivan exchanging strange

 

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