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.

 

quickly erupted in his eyes. As the blue

 

was such a terrible

 

all

 

queen next to him. I don’t think you

 

fell open.

 

a person only with his eyes,

 

can’t be true.

 

blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout your

 

in the family always doubt it, so my husband hates

 

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 to stop you?

 

last word sounded like

 

the hatred of someone who was not here

 

passed

 

mad

 

had

 

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

 

that the Pope’s eldest son,

 

the inferiority complex that he was such

 

didn’t know it would be

 

a reminder of an inferiority complex that

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

I’m very confused right now. My husband is nice to

 

I shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have said

 

the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was

 

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

 

let you

 

growled graciously. Then he

 

that of the viper who made the decision, it was suffocating

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

abandons you. If that happens, the

 

* * *

 

rolling here a

 

“Is that so…?”

 

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

 

I was

 

but

 

the courtyard of

 

chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared

 

transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her long golden hair

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

scratched his head. Likewise, he

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

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

 

the same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable

 

come all the

 

been sitting down for so

 

Camu, a

 

and Ivan exchanging strange looks

 

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