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…”

 

be a queen, Ruby? Be honest.

 

eyes. As the blue fire

 

was such a terrible

 

all of a

 

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

 

open.

 

only with his eyes, I would have been fragmented

 

be true.

 

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

 

always doubt it, so

 

letters that are monitored every time. Seriously, what rights does

 

last word sounded like an

 

anger toward me, I felt the

 

passed

 

he mad with

 

who had everything

 

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

 

of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare

 

because of the inferiority complex that

 

know it

 

a reminder of an inferiority complex that

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

right now. My husband is nice

 

shouldn’t have

 

have said

 

was that I 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

 

have let you go

 

off and growled graciously. Then he

 

who made the decision, it was suffocating to be near

 

after seeing all

 

“I-I mean…”

 

want to be a puppet for 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,

 

* * *

 

I remember hurting my head while rolling here a long

 

“Is that so…?”

 

time, the princess was playing hide-and-seek

 

I was so

 

hesitated, but she

 

A time when the

 

rising memory, Ellenia

 

wall showed no signs of movement. Her long golden

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

point, she was about

 

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

 

come all the way

 

to take a walk. I’ve been sitting down

 

a man with wet hair, escorted

 

and

 

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