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.

 

As the blue fire blazed,

 

from the sudden question, it was such a terrible

 

that all of

 

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

 

mouth fell open. This

 

with his eyes, I would have

 

be true.

 

a blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout your

 

in the family always doubt it, so my husband hates

 

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

 

sounded like an

 

the

 

doubt passed through my

 

he mad with

 

had everything

 

his father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining

 

the Pope’s eldest

 

of the inferiority complex that

 

it would

 

to be a reminder

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

I’m very confused right now. My husband is nice to

 

I shouldn’t

 

shouldn’t have said

 

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

 

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

 

shouldn’t have let you go

 

growled graciously. Then he

 

viper who made the decision,

 

to you? Yes, God forgive me if I didn’t expect that even after

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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

 

* * *

 

my head while rolling here a

 

“Is that so…?”

 

time, the princess was playing hide-and-seek over

 

was

 

hesitated, but she actually

 

dim afterimage of old memories. A time when the courtyard of

 

memory, Ellenia stared at the

 

showed no signs

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

tilted his head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to regret chasing

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

was about to

 

at the sudden voice. At the same time, she

 

did you come all the

 

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

 

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

 

him and Ivan

 

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