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,

 

eyes. As the blue fire blazed,

 

the sudden question, it was such a terrible situation that

 

all of a

 

happy to be a queen next to him. I

 

open. This wasn’t a

 

could slaughter a person only with his eyes,

 

can’t be true. I’m

 

to the temple’s approach throughout your time here. Why is

 

the family always doubt it, so

 

me, you 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

 

word sounded like

 

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

 

passed

 

he mad

 

had

 

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

 

of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare

 

the inferiority complex

 

it would

 

presence to be a

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

now. My husband is nice

 

I shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have said

 

decisive problem was that I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made

 

that I was not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who

 

have let you

 

and growled graciously. Then

 

who made the

 

me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want

 

“I-I mean…”

 

anymore. Don’t get me wrong, Ruby. It’s only a moment before he abandons you.

 

* * *

 

my head while rolling here a long time ago. Was it when

 

“Is that so…?”

 

you remember? At that time, the princess was playing hide-and-seek

 

I was

 

hesitated, but she actually

 

A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was

 

away a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the

 

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

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to regret chasing

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

this point, she was about

 

voice. At the same time, she wondered why

 

come all the

 

been sitting down for so long that

 

Sir Camu, a man with

 

and Ivan exchanging strange

 

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