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

 

quickly erupted in his eyes. As the blue fire blazed,

 

the sudden question, it was such a terrible situation that I was

 

that all of

 

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

 

open. This wasn’t

 

person only with his eyes, I would

 

can’t be true.

 

blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout your time

 

people in the family always doubt it, so my

 

you would have found a way to communicate with the temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that

 

last word sounded like an

 

just anger toward me, I felt the hatred of

 

doubt passed through my

 

he mad with

 

husband who had

 

he 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

 

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

 

of the inferiority complex that

 

it would be

 

be a reminder of

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

very confused right now. My husband is

 

I shouldn’t have

 

have said

 

what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made him

 

know that, but an outsider who monopolized her body three

 

have let you go

 

and growled graciously. Then he

 

of the viper who made the

 

Yes, God forgive me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want to

 

“I-I mean…”

 

abandons you. If that happens, the

 

* * *

 

while rolling here a

 

“Is that so…?”

 

time, the princess was

 

I was so

 

hesitated, but she

 

dim afterimage of old memories. A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s

 

a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling glass

 

no

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to regret

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about to say

 

flinched at the sudden voice. At the same time,

 

come all the

 

been sitting down for so long that I have a

 

her temple, Sir Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted Freya

 

and Ivan exchanging strange looks with each

 

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