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?

 

quickly erupted in his eyes. As the blue

 

question, it was such a terrible situation

 

that all of

 

if you’ll be happy to be a queen next to him. I don’t think

 

fell open. This wasn’t

 

his eyes, I would have been fragmented and

 

be

 

the temple’s approach throughout

 

family always doubt it,

 

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

 

sounded

 

felt the hatred of someone who was not

 

passed through

 

mad with

 

who had

 

a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining throne, not even the ability to go against

 

Pope’s

 

because of the inferiority complex

 

it

 

to be a reminder of an inferiority complex

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

confused right now. My

 

guess I shouldn’t have said

 

have

 

of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or

 

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

 

shouldn’t have let

 

and growled

 

made the decision,

 

to you? Yes, God forgive me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want to be

 

“I-I mean…”

 

he abandons you. If that

 

* * *

 

while rolling here a long time ago.

 

“Is that so…?”

 

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

 

was so

 

but

 

afterimage of old memories. A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s

 

rising memory, Ellenia

 

transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

his head and scratched his head. Likewise,

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

point, she was about to

 

time, she wondered why she

 

did you come

 

here to find you, to take a walk. I’ve been sitting down for so long that I have a

 

and pressed her temple, Sir Camu, a

 

a blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks

 

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