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

 

his eyes. As the blue fire

 

question, it was such a terrible situation

 

that all of a

 

to be a queen next to him. I don’t

 

mouth fell open.

 

a person only with his eyes, I would

 

can’t be

 

eye to the temple’s

 

people in the family always doubt it, so

 

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

 

sounded

 

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

 

doubt passed through my

 

he mad with

 

husband who had everything he

 

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

 

that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare

 

complex that he was such an

 

didn’t know it

 

presence to be a reminder of an inferiority complex

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

I’m very confused right now. My husband

 

shouldn’t

 

shouldn’t have said

 

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

 

not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an

 

shouldn’t have let you go

 

off and growled graciously. Then

 

the viper who made the decision,

 

me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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

 

* * *

 

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

 

“Is that so…?”

 

remember? At that time, the princess was

 

I was

 

but

 

time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full of young children running

 

a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia

 

over the transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head. Likewise, he seemed to regret

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about to say let’s

 

same time, she wondered

 

come all the

 

been sitting down for so long that

 

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

 

to him and Ivan exchanging

 

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