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?

 

As the blue fire

 

the sudden question, it was such a terrible

 

that all of

 

to be a queen next to him.

 

fell open. This wasn’t a

 

he could slaughter a person only with his eyes,

 

be true. I’m

 

thoroughly turning a blind eye to the temple’s approach

 

the family always doubt it, so my husband hates

 

to communicate with the temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every

 

sounded like an

 

toward me, I felt the hatred of someone

 

passed

 

mad with

 

husband who had

 

he had to put all his strength 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, Cesare

 

complex that he was such an ambitious

 

know it would

 

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

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

now. My

 

guess I shouldn’t have said

 

have

 

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

 

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

 

have let

 

me off and growled

 

the decision, it was

 

didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do

 

“I-I mean…”

 

he abandons you. If

 

* * *

 

remember hurting my head while rolling here a long time

 

“Is that so…?”

 

that time, the princess was playing

 

was

 

hesitated, but she actually

 

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

 

rising memory, Ellenia

 

no signs of

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about to say let’s just

 

same time, she wondered why she

 

Why did you come all

 

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

 

temple, Sir Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted Freya with

 

a blind eye to him and Ivan

 

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