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. Are you happy

 

erupted in his eyes. As the blue fire blazed, my hand

 

was such a terrible situation that

 

that all of

 

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

 

mouth fell open. This wasn’t

 

slaughter a person only with his eyes, I would

 

be true. I’m

 

turning a blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout your time

 

because people in the family always doubt it, so my husband hates it

 

the temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are

 

last word sounded

 

I felt the

 

doubt passed

 

he mad with

 

had

 

his father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a

 

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

 

of the inferiority complex that

 

I didn’t know it would be

 

be a reminder of an

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

confused right now. My husband is nice

 

guess I shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have said

 

was that I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what

 

not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but

 

let you go

 

me off and growled graciously. Then he pulled me

 

viper who made the decision, it was suffocating to be near

 

even after seeing

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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, it’s always you

 

* * *

 

a long time ago. Was it when I

 

“Is that so…?”

 

remember? At that time, the princess

 

I was

 

but she

 

old memories. A time when the

 

away a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at

 

the transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

scratched his head. Likewise,

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

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

 

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

 

you come all the

 

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

 

Sir Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted Freya with a

 

turned a blind eye to him and

 

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