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.

 

erupted in his eyes. As the blue

 

sudden question, it was such a

 

all of a

 

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

 

mouth fell open.

 

slaughter a person only with his eyes, I would

 

be true. I’m

 

turning a blind eye to the temple’s

 

the family always doubt

 

letters that are monitored every time. Seriously, what rights does he have to stop you? What right do you have to do whatever you

 

last word sounded like an

 

anger toward me, I felt the hatred of someone who was not

 

doubt passed through

 

he mad with

 

who had

 

didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining throne, not even the

 

Pope’s

 

it was because of the inferiority complex that he was such

 

know it would be

 

didn’t expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority complex

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

confused right now. My husband is nice to me,

 

guess I shouldn’t

 

shouldn’t have said

 

the decisive problem was that I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made him who he

 

that I was not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who monopolized

 

shouldn’t have let

 

and growled graciously. Then

 

made the decision, it

 

expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you

 

“I-I mean…”

 

father anymore. Don’t get me wrong, Ruby. It’s only a moment before he abandons you. If that happens, the queen will stay

 

* * *

 

rolling here a long time

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the princess was playing hide-and-seek

 

was so

 

hesitated, but

 

memories. A time when the courtyard of

 

away a chapter of dimly rising memory,

 

seen over the transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her long golden

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to regret

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about to say let’s just

 

the same time, she wondered

 

did you come all the

 

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

 

her temple, Sir Camu, a man with

 

him and Ivan exchanging strange looks

 

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