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…”

 

a queen, Ruby?

 

his eyes. As

 

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

 

all of

 

to be a queen next to him. I

 

open.

 

with his eyes, I would have been fragmented and

 

can’t be

 

been thoroughly turning a blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout your time here. Why is

 

doubt it,

 

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.

 

last word sounded like

 

the hatred of

 

passed through my

 

he mad

 

had everything he

 

against his father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble

 

that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare de

 

because of the inferiority complex that he was such an

 

didn’t know it would

 

expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority complex

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

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

 

shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have said

 

idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or

 

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

 

shouldn’t have let

 

growled graciously. Then he pulled

 

who made the decision, it was

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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

 

* * *

 

here a long time ago. Was it when I

 

“Is that so…?”

 

that time, the princess was playing

 

I was

 

but she actually

 

dim afterimage of old memories. A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full of young children

 

away a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the

 

over the transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

she was about to

 

sudden voice. At the same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable about

 

you come all the

 

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

 

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

 

to him and

 

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