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?

 

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

 

question, it was such a terrible

 

that all of

 

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

 

fell open. This wasn’t a

 

slaughter a person only with his

 

can’t be

 

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

 

because people in the family always doubt

 

you still 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

 

word sounded like an

 

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

 

passed through

 

mad

 

husband who had everything

 

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

 

sense of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest

 

because of the inferiority complex that he was such

 

didn’t know it would be

 

to be a reminder of an inferiority complex

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

My husband is nice to me,

 

I shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have

 

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

 

to know that, but an

 

shouldn’t have let you go

 

and growled graciously.

 

the decision, it was

 

that even after seeing all

 

“I-I mean…”

 

me wrong, Ruby. It’s only a moment before he abandons you. If that happens, the queen will stay as the queen. In the

 

* * *

 

a long time ago. Was it when

 

“Is that so…?”

 

that time, the princess was

 

I was so

 

but

 

old memories. A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full

 

a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the

 

no signs of movement. Her long golden

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head. Likewise, he seemed to

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

this point, she was about to say

 

flinched at the sudden voice. At the same time, she wondered why she

 

you come all the way

 

I’ve been sitting down for so long that I have a

 

to Freya, who grumbled and pressed her temple, Sir Camu, a man

 

to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks

 

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