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? Be honest. Are you

 

in his eyes. As

 

such a terrible situation that I was

 

all of

 

to him. I don’t think you

 

mouth fell open.

 

person only with his eyes, I would have been fragmented

 

can’t be

 

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

 

people in the family always doubt it, so my husband

 

temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every time. Seriously, what rights does he have

 

word sounded like an

 

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

 

doubt passed

 

mad with

 

had everything he

 

father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining throne, not even the ability to go against his

 

of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare de Borgia, secretly

 

inferiority complex that he

 

know it

 

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

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

right now. My husband is

 

guess I shouldn’t have said

 

shouldn’t have

 

the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or

 

Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who monopolized her

 

let you

 

me off and growled

 

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

 

didn’t expect that even after seeing

 

“I-I mean…”

 

It’s only a moment before he abandons you. If that happens, the queen will

 

* * *

 

hurting my head while rolling here a long time

 

“Is that so…?”

 

time, the princess was playing

 

I was so

 

hesitated, but

 

the courtyard of Omerta’s was full

 

rising memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling

 

showed no signs of movement. Her long golden

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head and scratched his head.

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about

 

At the same time,

 

Why did you come all

 

here to find you, to take a walk. I’ve been sitting down for

 

Freya, who grumbled and pressed her temple, Sir Camu, a man with wet hair,

 

and Ivan exchanging strange looks

 

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