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…”

 

queen, Ruby?

 

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

 

question, it was such a terrible situation that

 

that all

 

next to him. I don’t think you want

 

mouth fell open. This wasn’t

 

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

 

be true. I’m

 

eye to the temple’s approach throughout

 

always doubt it, so my husband hates

 

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? What right do you

 

sounded

 

than just anger toward me, I felt the hatred

 

doubt passed through my

 

he mad

 

husband who had everything

 

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

 

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

 

was because of the inferiority complex

 

I didn’t know it would

 

a reminder of

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

now. My husband is nice to

 

shouldn’t

 

have

 

I had no idea what the source of

 

know that, but an outsider who

 

let

 

me off and growled

 

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

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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

 

* * *

 

head while rolling here a

 

“Is that so…?”

 

you remember? At that time, the princess was

 

I was so

 

but

 

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

 

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

 

showed no signs of

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

tilted his head and scratched his head. Likewise, he

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

this point, she was about

 

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

 

you come

 

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

 

Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted

 

a blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging

 

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