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…”

 

to be a queen, Ruby? Be honest. Are

 

in his eyes. As

 

the sudden question, it was such a terrible situation that I

 

all of a

 

next to him. I don’t think you want to

 

mouth fell open. This

 

a person only with his eyes, I would have been fragmented and

 

can’t be

 

been thoroughly turning a blind eye to the temple’s approach

 

family always doubt

 

just write letters that are monitored every time. Seriously, what

 

word sounded

 

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

 

passed

 

he mad with

 

who had

 

from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining throne,

 

sense of inferiority that the Pope’s

 

was because of the inferiority complex that he was such an

 

didn’t know it would be

 

didn’t expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder of

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

now. My husband is

 

guess I shouldn’t

 

shouldn’t have

 

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

 

I was not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but

 

let

 

cut me off and growled graciously.

 

the viper who made the decision, it was suffocating to

 

after seeing all those

 

“I-I mean…”

 

you. If

 

* * *

 

remember hurting my head while rolling here a long time ago.

 

“Is that so…?”

 

that time, the princess was playing

 

I was

 

hesitated, but she

 

when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full

 

a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at

 

wall showed no signs of movement. Her long golden

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head. Likewise, he

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

this point, she was about to say let’s just

 

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

 

you come all the way

 

to take a walk. I’ve been sitting down for so long that I

 

Sir Camu, a man with

 

blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange

 

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