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…”

 

be a queen, Ruby? Be honest. Are you

 

his eyes. As the blue fire blazed, my

 

sudden question, it was such a

 

that all of a

 

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

 

open. This wasn’t

 

only with his eyes, I would have

 

be true.

 

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

 

people in the family always doubt it, so

 

costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every time. Seriously, what rights does

 

last word sounded

 

me, I felt the hatred

 

passed

 

he mad with

 

who had everything he

 

birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining throne, not even the ability to go against

 

Pope’s eldest son,

 

inferiority complex that he was such

 

it would

 

presence to be a reminder of

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

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

 

shouldn’t have said

 

have said

 

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

 

was not the real Rudbeckia to know that,

 

shouldn’t have let you

 

off and growled graciously.

 

that of the viper who made the decision, it

 

that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want to be a queen with

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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 from now

 

* * *

 

a long time ago. Was it when I

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the princess was playing

 

was

 

but

 

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

 

a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the

 

no signs of movement.

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

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

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

she was about to

 

At the same time, she

 

come all the way

 

to take a walk. I’ve been sitting

 

Camu, a

 

him and Ivan exchanging strange looks with each

 

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