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…”

 

want to be a queen, Ruby? Be honest.

 

quickly erupted in his eyes. As the blue

 

was such a terrible situation

 

all of a

 

next to him. I don’t

 

open. This

 

a person only with his eyes,

 

be true.

 

thoroughly turning a blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout

 

people in the family always doubt it, so my

 

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

 

last word sounded like an

 

the hatred of someone

 

doubt passed through my

 

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,

 

that the Pope’s eldest

 

inferiority complex that he was such

 

know it would be this

 

presence to be a reminder of an inferiority

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

My

 

guess I shouldn’t

 

have said

 

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

 

problem was that I was not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who monopolized her body

 

shouldn’t have let you go

 

off and growled graciously. Then he pulled me

 

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

 

God forgive me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those

 

“I-I mean…”

 

a moment before he abandons you. If that happens,

 

* * *

 

remember hurting my head while rolling here a long time ago.

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the princess was playing

 

was so

 

but she

 

of old memories. A time when the

 

away a chapter of dimly rising memory,

 

the transparent wall showed no signs of

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

and scratched his head.

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

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

 

the same time, she

 

come all

 

take a walk. I’ve been sitting down for

 

temple, Sir Camu, a man with

 

eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks

 

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