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…”

 

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

 

quickly erupted in his eyes. As the

 

such

 

that all

 

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

 

fell open. This

 

a person only with his eyes, I

 

be true.

 

blind eye to the temple’s

 

in the family always doubt it, so my husband

 

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 have to stop you? What right do you

 

last word sounded like

 

felt the hatred of someone who was not here

 

doubt passed

 

mad with

 

had everything he

 

he had to put all his strength against his father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage,

 

inferiority that the Pope’s

 

because of the inferiority complex that he was such an ambitious

 

didn’t know it

 

be a reminder of an inferiority complex that

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

right now. My husband

 

I shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have said

 

the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly

 

I was not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who monopolized her

 

have let

 

and growled graciously.

 

the viper who made the decision, it was suffocating to be

 

me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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

 

* * *

 

rolling here a long time ago. Was it

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the princess was playing hide-and-seek over

 

I was

 

hesitated, but

 

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

 

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

 

no signs of movement. Her long

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

she was about to say let’s just go

 

same time, she

 

Why did you come all the

 

a walk. I’ve been sitting down for so

 

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

 

and Ivan

 

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