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…”

 

to be a queen, Ruby?

 

quickly erupted in his eyes. As

 

the sudden question, it was such a

 

that all

 

you’ll be happy to be a queen next to him. I don’t think

 

mouth fell open. This

 

his eyes, I would have

 

can’t be true. I’m

 

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

 

in the family always doubt

 

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

 

word sounded like

 

the hatred

 

passed through my

 

he mad with

 

who had everything he

 

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 Borgia, secretly

 

inferiority complex

 

I didn’t know it would be this

 

expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

right now. My husband is nice to

 

shouldn’t have said

 

shouldn’t have

 

no idea what the source of

 

Rudbeckia to know

 

have let you go

 

cut me off and growled graciously. Then he pulled me

 

that of the viper who made the

 

if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want

 

“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,

 

* * *

 

while rolling here a long time ago.

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the

 

I was

 

hesitated, but

 

old memories. A time when the

 

away a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia

 

no

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

his head and scratched his head. Likewise,

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

was about

 

the same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable

 

you come all the

 

you, to take a walk. I’ve been sitting down for

 

Sir Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted Freya

 

turned a blind eye to him and

 

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