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…”

 

you want to be a queen, Ruby? Be honest.

 

eyes. As the blue fire blazed, my hand

 

it was such a

 

that all of

 

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

 

mouth fell open.

 

with his eyes, I would have been

 

be true.

 

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

 

always doubt it,

 

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

 

sounded like

 

me, I felt the hatred of someone who was

 

passed

 

he mad with

 

had

 

his strength against his father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining throne,

 

the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare de

 

the inferiority complex that he was such an ambitious

 

didn’t know it

 

Izek’s presence to be a reminder

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

now. My husband is nice

 

shouldn’t have said

 

shouldn’t have

 

source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly

 

Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who monopolized her

 

shouldn’t have let you go

 

growled

 

that of the viper who made the decision, it

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

be a puppet for my father anymore. Don’t get me wrong, Ruby. It’s only a moment before he abandons you. If that happens, the queen will stay as the queen. In the end, it’s always you and me. You’ll

 

* * *

 

a long time ago. Was it when I

 

“Is that so…?”

 

that time, the princess was playing hide-and-seek

 

I was so

 

hesitated, but she

 

of old memories. A time when the

 

chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared

 

wall showed no signs

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

tilted his head and scratched his head. Likewise,

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about to say let’s

 

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

 

you come

 

to find you, to take a walk. I’ve been sitting

 

who grumbled and pressed her temple, Sir Camu, a man with

 

eye to him and Ivan

 

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