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 honest.

 

in his eyes. As the blue

 

was such a terrible situation that I was

 

that all

 

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

 

mouth fell open.

 

a person only with his

 

can’t be

 

blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout your time here. Why is

 

people in the family always doubt it, so my

 

at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every time. Seriously, what rights does

 

word sounded like

 

I felt the hatred

 

doubt passed through my

 

he mad with

 

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 to

 

the Pope’s eldest son,

 

because of the inferiority complex that he was such an ambitious

 

didn’t know it would be this

 

to be a reminder

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

now. My husband is

 

guess I shouldn’t have said

 

shouldn’t have

 

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

 

not the real Rudbeckia to know

 

have let

 

cut me off and growled

 

viper who made the decision, it was suffocating

 

God forgive me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing

 

“I-I mean…”

 

wrong, Ruby. It’s only a moment before he abandons you. If

 

* * *

 

I remember hurting my head while rolling here a long time ago. Was it when

 

“Is that so…?”

 

remember? At that time, the princess was

 

I was so

 

hesitated, but

 

the courtyard

 

away a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at

 

seen over the transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her long golden

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

his head. Likewise, he

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about to say let’s just

 

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

 

come all

 

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

 

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

 

to him and Ivan exchanging strange

 

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