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? Be

 

erupted in his eyes. As the blue fire

 

it was such a terrible

 

all of

 

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

 

mouth fell open. This wasn’t

 

his eyes, I would

 

can’t be true.

 

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

 

family always doubt it,

 

all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every time. Seriously, what rights does he have to stop you? What right do

 

word sounded like

 

me, I felt the hatred of someone who was not here

 

passed through

 

he mad

 

had everything he

 

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

 

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

 

it was because of the inferiority complex that he

 

know it

 

expect Izek’s presence to be a

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

I’m very confused right now. My husband

 

guess I shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have said

 

the decisive problem was that I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made him who he is

 

to know

 

have let you go

 

off and growled graciously.

 

made the decision, it was suffocating

 

didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want to be a

 

“I-I mean…”

 

a moment before he abandons you. If that happens,

 

* * *

 

while rolling here a long time ago. Was

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the princess was playing hide-and-seek over

 

was

 

but she

 

of old memories. A time when the

 

of dimly rising memory, Ellenia

 

showed no signs of movement.

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

point, she was about to say let’s just go

 

flinched at the sudden voice. At the same time,

 

did you come all

 

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

 

Camu, a man with wet

 

and

 

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