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 honest.

 

As the

 

the sudden question, it was such a terrible situation that

 

all of

 

to him. I don’t think you want to come back home

 

mouth fell open. This wasn’t

 

only with his eyes, I would have been fragmented and

 

can’t be true. I’m

 

to the temple’s approach throughout your time here. Why

 

people in the family always doubt it, so my

 

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

 

sounded like

 

than just anger toward me, I felt the hatred of someone who was not here

 

doubt passed through

 

mad

 

had everything he

 

had 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 de

 

of the inferiority complex that he

 

know it would

 

a

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

My husband is nice to

 

guess I shouldn’t have said

 

have

 

the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was

 

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

 

shouldn’t have let

 

and growled graciously. Then he

 

who made the decision, it

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

he abandons you. If

 

* * *

 

rolling here a long time ago. Was it

 

“Is that so…?”

 

that time, the princess

 

was

 

hesitated, but she

 

A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was

 

memory, Ellenia stared

 

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

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

tilted his head and scratched his head. Likewise, he

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

this point, she was about to say

 

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

 

come

 

walk. I’ve been sitting

 

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

 

turned a blind eye to him and Ivan

 

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