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…”

 

you want to be a queen, Ruby? Be honest. Are you happy

 

in his eyes. As the blue fire blazed,

 

question, it was such a terrible situation that

 

all of

 

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

 

mouth fell open. This

 

only with his eyes, I would have been fragmented and

 

can’t be

 

eye to the temple’s approach

 

always doubt it, so my husband hates it

 

temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every time.

 

word sounded like

 

the hatred of someone who was not here

 

doubt passed

 

mad

 

who had everything

 

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 go against his

 

that the Pope’s eldest son,

 

the inferiority complex that he was such an ambitious

 

I didn’t know it would be this

 

be a

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

confused right now. My husband

 

guess I shouldn’t

 

have said

 

source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made him

 

Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who monopolized her body three

 

shouldn’t have let you

 

growled graciously.

 

made the decision, it was

 

you? Yes, God forgive me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want

 

“I-I mean…”

 

my 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

 

* * *

 

remember hurting my head while rolling here a long time ago. Was it when I was

 

“Is that so…?”

 

At that time, the princess was playing

 

I was so

 

but she

 

A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full of young children running

 

memory, Ellenia stared at

 

siblings seen over the transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her long

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

tilted his head and scratched his head. Likewise,

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

she was about to say let’s

 

time, she wondered

 

you come all the

 

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

 

Camu, a

 

a blind eye to him and Ivan

 

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