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

 

erupted in his eyes. As the blue fire blazed,

 

the sudden question, it was such a terrible situation

 

all of

 

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

 

mouth fell open.

 

person only with his eyes, I would have been fragmented and

 

can’t be true.

 

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

 

the family always doubt it, so my husband hates

 

at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every time. Seriously, what rights does he have

 

last word sounded like an

 

the hatred of someone who

 

doubt passed

 

he mad with

 

who had everything he

 

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 go

 

the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare

 

was because of the inferiority complex that he was such

 

didn’t know it

 

presence to be a

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

very confused right now. My

 

guess I shouldn’t

 

shouldn’t have said

 

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

 

know

 

have let you

 

cut me off and growled graciously. Then he pulled

 

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

 

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

 

* * *

 

a long time ago. Was

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the

 

I was

 

hesitated, but she

 

when the courtyard of

 

a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling glass

 

the transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

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

 

at the sudden voice. At the same time, she wondered why

 

did you come all the

 

been

 

Sir Camu, a man

 

eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks with

 

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