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?

 

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

 

the sudden question, it was such a terrible

 

that all of

 

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

 

fell open.

 

could slaughter a person only with his eyes,

 

be

 

eye to the

 

people in the family always doubt it,

 

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 have to do whatever

 

last word sounded like

 

felt the hatred of

 

passed

 

mad

 

husband who had

 

father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining throne, not even the ability

 

the Pope’s

 

complex

 

it would be this

 

Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

My husband is

 

I shouldn’t have said

 

have said

 

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

 

not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but

 

shouldn’t have let

 

cut me off and growled graciously. Then

 

viper who made the decision,

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

for my father anymore. Don’t get me wrong, Ruby. It’s only a moment before he abandons you. If that happens, the queen

 

* * *

 

a long time ago. Was

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the

 

I was

 

hesitated, but

 

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

 

a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at

 

siblings seen over the transparent wall showed no signs of

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

his head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

was about to say let’s

 

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

 

you come all the

 

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

 

temple, Sir Camu, a man with

 

a blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks with

 

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