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…”

 

be a queen, Ruby?

 

As the blue

 

was such

 

that all of

 

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

 

open. This wasn’t

 

his eyes, I would

 

can’t be

 

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

 

the family always doubt it, so my

 

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 do you have to

 

last word sounded like an

 

the

 

passed through my

 

mad with

 

who had

 

from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s

 

Pope’s eldest

 

was because of the inferiority complex that he

 

it would be

 

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

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

My husband is nice to

 

shouldn’t

 

have said

 

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

 

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

 

have let you go

 

growled graciously. Then he

 

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

 

after seeing all those moments. Do you

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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 always you and me. You’ll realize

 

* * *

 

here a long time ago.

 

“Is that so…?”

 

At that time, the princess was playing hide-and-seek over

 

I was so

 

hesitated, but

 

afterimage of old memories. A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full of

 

dimly rising memory,

 

the transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her long

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

scratched his head.

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

point, she was about to say let’s just

 

time, she wondered why she

 

did you come

 

to find you, to take a walk. I’ve been sitting down for so long that I have

 

a man with wet hair, escorted Freya with a feisty face as

 

a blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks with each

 

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