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

 

erupted in his eyes. As the blue

 

question, it was such

 

all

 

a queen next to

 

mouth fell open. This wasn’t a

 

person only with his eyes,

 

be

 

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

 

family always doubt it, so my husband

 

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 have to do whatever

 

last word sounded like

 

felt the hatred of someone who was

 

doubt passed

 

he mad

 

who had

 

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 the ability

 

the Pope’s eldest son,

 

it was because of the inferiority complex that

 

it

 

didn’t expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority complex that

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

confused right now. My husband

 

shouldn’t

 

shouldn’t have

 

that I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was

 

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

 

let you

 

off and growled graciously. Then

 

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

 

didn’t expect that even after seeing all

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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 long

 

“Is that so…?”

 

remember? At that time, the

 

I was

 

but she

 

when the courtyard of Omerta’s was

 

dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at

 

seen over the transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her long golden

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

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

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about to say let’s just

 

sudden voice. At the same time, she wondered why she felt

 

Why did you come

 

walk. I’ve been sitting down for so long

 

a man with

 

him and Ivan exchanging strange

 

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