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…”

 

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

 

As the blue fire blazed, my

 

question, it was such a terrible

 

that all

 

be a queen next to

 

fell open. This wasn’t

 

with his eyes, I would

 

can’t be true.

 

been thoroughly turning a blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout your time

 

in the family always doubt it, so my husband

 

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 rights does he have to stop you? What right do you have to do whatever you

 

sounded like an

 

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

 

doubt passed through

 

mad

 

had everything

 

from birth,

 

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

 

because of the inferiority complex that he was such

 

I didn’t know it would be this

 

expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

now. My husband is nice to me,

 

shouldn’t

 

have said

 

decisive problem was that I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or

 

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

 

let

 

off and growled graciously. Then he

 

the viper who made the decision, it was suffocating to be near

 

after seeing all those moments.

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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 realize it from

 

* * *

 

hurting my head while rolling here a long time

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the princess was playing hide-and-seek over

 

I was so

 

but she

 

of old memories. A time when the

 

dimly rising memory,

 

siblings seen over the transparent wall showed no

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to regret

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

she was about to

 

same time, she wondered why

 

you come

 

been sitting down for so long

 

temple, Sir Camu, a man

 

and Ivan exchanging

 

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