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

 

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

 

from the sudden question, it was such a terrible

 

all

 

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

 

mouth fell open.

 

only with his eyes, I would

 

can’t be

 

a blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout

 

the family always doubt it,

 

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 have

 

word sounded like an

 

anger toward me, I felt the hatred of someone

 

doubt passed through my

 

mad

 

husband who had everything

 

didn’t have a natural right from birth, a

 

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

 

was because of the inferiority complex that he was such an ambitious

 

it

 

presence to be a reminder of an

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

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

 

guess I shouldn’t have said

 

have

 

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

 

Rudbeckia to know that, but an

 

shouldn’t have let you go

 

growled graciously. Then he pulled

 

the decision, it was suffocating

 

I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those

 

“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

 

* * *

 

here a long time ago. Was

 

“Is that so…?”

 

that time, the princess was

 

I was so

 

hesitated, but

 

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

 

memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling

 

over the transparent wall showed no

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

his head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

this point, she was about to say let’s

 

time, she wondered why she

 

Why did you come all

 

walk. I’ve been

 

to Freya, who grumbled and pressed her temple, Sir Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted Freya with a feisty face

 

and

 

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