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…”

 

a queen, Ruby? Be honest. Are you

 

eyes. As

 

question, it was such a

 

all

 

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

 

fell open. This

 

could slaughter a person only with his eyes, I

 

be true.

 

the

 

family always doubt it, so

 

way to 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 stop you? What right do you have to

 

last word sounded like

 

than just anger toward me, I felt the hatred of someone who was

 

passed through

 

mad

 

had

 

right from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining throne, not

 

inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare

 

was because of the inferiority complex that

 

didn’t know it

 

presence to be a reminder

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

I’m very confused right now. My husband is

 

guess I shouldn’t

 

shouldn’t have said

 

no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made him who he is

 

was not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an

 

shouldn’t have let you go

 

growled graciously. Then he pulled me

 

of the viper who made the

 

that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want to be a queen with

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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 and me. You’ll

 

* * *

 

here a long time ago. Was

 

“Is that so…?”

 

time, the princess was playing hide-and-seek

 

I was so

 

but she actually

 

memories. A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full of young children

 

chapter of dimly rising memory,

 

no

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about to say let’s just go

 

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

 

did you come all

 

take a walk. I’ve been sitting down

 

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

 

to him and Ivan exchanging

 

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