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…”

 

you want to be a queen, Ruby? Be honest. Are you

 

in his eyes. As the blue fire blazed, my

 

from the sudden question, it was such

 

all of a

 

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

 

fell open. This wasn’t

 

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

 

be true.

 

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

 

because people in the family always doubt it, so my husband hates

 

way to communicate with the temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every time. Seriously,

 

word sounded

 

me, I felt the hatred of someone

 

doubt passed through

 

mad

 

husband who had everything he

 

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

 

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

 

because of the inferiority complex that he

 

it would be this

 

Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

confused right now. My husband is nice to

 

shouldn’t

 

shouldn’t have said

 

that I had 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

 

have let

 

off and growled

 

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

 

I didn’t expect that even after seeing

 

“I-I mean…”

 

wrong, Ruby. It’s only a moment before he abandons you. If that happens,

 

* * *

 

head while rolling here a long time ago. Was

 

“Is that so…?”

 

At that time, the

 

was

 

hesitated, but

 

the courtyard of Omerta’s was full

 

rising memory,

 

wall showed no signs of movement. Her

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head. Likewise, he seemed to regret

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

she was about to say

 

At the same time, she

 

did you come all the way

 

been sitting down for so long that I have a

 

to Freya, who grumbled and pressed her temple, Sir Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted Freya with

 

turned a blind eye to him and Ivan

 

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