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. Are you happy

 

erupted in his eyes. As the blue fire blazed,

 

sudden question, it was such a terrible

 

that all of a

 

asking if you’ll be happy to be a queen next to him.

 

mouth fell open. This wasn’t a

 

only with his eyes, I would have been fragmented

 

be true.

 

turning a blind eye to the temple’s

 

the family always doubt it, so my husband

 

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 does he have to stop you? What right

 

word sounded like an

 

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

 

doubt passed through

 

he mad

 

had

 

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

 

that the Pope’s eldest son,

 

complex that he was

 

it would be

 

Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority complex that

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

very confused right now. My husband is nice to

 

guess I shouldn’t have

 

have said

 

what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what

 

to know that, but an outsider who monopolized her body three years

 

let you

 

me off and growled

 

made the decision, it was suffocating to be

 

expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want to be a queen

 

“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

 

* * *

 

a

 

“Is that so…?”

 

At that time, the

 

was

 

but she

 

the courtyard of Omerta’s was

 

memory, Ellenia stared at the

 

over the transparent wall showed no

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

tilted his head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to regret

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

was about to say let’s

 

At the same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable

 

you come all

 

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

 

Sir Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted

 

him and Ivan exchanging

 

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