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, Ruby? Be

 

eyes. As the blue fire blazed, my hand

 

was such a terrible situation that I

 

that all of a

 

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

 

mouth fell open. This wasn’t a

 

with his eyes, I would

 

can’t be true. I’m

 

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

 

doubt

 

still missed me, you would have found a way to communicate with the temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored

 

word sounded like an

 

toward me, I felt the hatred of someone who was

 

passed through my

 

he mad

 

husband who had everything

 

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

 

of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare de Borgia,

 

was because of the inferiority complex that

 

know it would be

 

to be a reminder of an

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

now. My husband is

 

guess I shouldn’t have said

 

shouldn’t have said

 

source of

 

Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who monopolized

 

have let you go

 

growled graciously. Then he pulled

 

the decision, it

 

after seeing all those moments. Do you want to be a queen with him?

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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

 

* * *

 

hurting my head while rolling here a

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the princess was playing hide-and-seek over

 

I was

 

hesitated, but she

 

A time when the courtyard of

 

rising memory, Ellenia stared at the

 

siblings seen over the transparent wall showed no

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head and scratched his head. Likewise, he

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

this point, she was about to

 

at the sudden voice. At the same time,

 

come all the way

 

a walk. I’ve been sitting down for so long that I have

 

Freya, who grumbled and pressed her temple, Sir Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted Freya

 

a blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange

 

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