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…”

 

queen,

 

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

 

was such a terrible situation that I was

 

that all of

 

happy to be a queen next to him. I

 

fell open. This

 

only with his eyes, I would

 

can’t be true. I’m

 

to the temple’s approach throughout your

 

always doubt it, so my husband hates

 

just write letters that are monitored every time. Seriously, what rights does

 

sounded like an

 

me, I felt the hatred of someone who was not here

 

doubt passed

 

he mad with

 

husband who had everything he

 

he had 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, not even the ability to go

 

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

 

inferiority complex that he was such an ambitious

 

know it

 

expect Izek’s presence to be a

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

confused right now. My husband

 

shouldn’t have

 

have said

 

of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made him who

 

to know that, but an outsider who monopolized her body three years

 

have let you

 

me off and growled graciously. Then he pulled

 

viper who made the decision, it was suffocating to

 

if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want to

 

“I-I mean…”

 

want to be a puppet for 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 the queen. In the end, it’s always you

 

* * *

 

head while rolling here a long time ago.

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the princess was playing

 

was so

 

but she

 

dim afterimage of old memories. A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full of young

 

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

 

wall showed no signs

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to regret

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

this point, she was about to say let’s

 

time, she wondered why she

 

come

 

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

 

temple, Sir Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted Freya with a feisty face as

 

a blind eye to him and

 

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