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, Ruby? Be honest.

 

eyes. As the

 

it was such a terrible

 

that all of

 

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

 

fell open. This wasn’t a

 

could slaughter a person only with his eyes, I would have been

 

be true.

 

blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout your time here. Why

 

because people in the family always doubt it, so my

 

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 every time. Seriously, what

 

last word sounded like

 

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

 

doubt passed through my

 

he mad

 

had

 

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

 

the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare de Borgia, secretly

 

of the inferiority complex that he was such

 

I didn’t know it would be

 

presence to be a reminder of an

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

now. My husband is nice to

 

guess I shouldn’t have

 

have

 

the decisive problem was that I had no idea what the source of

 

know that, but an outsider who monopolized her

 

let you

 

and growled

 

made the decision, it was suffocating to be

 

me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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 realize

 

* * *

 

while rolling here a long time ago. Was it when

 

“Is that so…?”

 

remember? At that time, the princess

 

I was

 

but

 

A time when the courtyard

 

memory, Ellenia stared

 

the transparent wall showed no signs of movement.

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

his head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

this point, she was about to say

 

the same time, she wondered why she

 

come all the

 

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

 

Sir Camu, a

 

eye to him and

 

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