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? Be honest. Are you happy

 

erupted in his eyes. As

 

the sudden question, it was such a terrible situation

 

that all of a

 

a queen next to him. I don’t think

 

open. This wasn’t

 

could slaughter a person only with his eyes, I would have been fragmented

 

be true.

 

a blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout

 

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

 

word sounded like

 

felt the

 

doubt passed

 

he mad

 

had everything he

 

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

 

sense of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare de

 

inferiority complex that

 

I didn’t know it would be this

 

presence to be a

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

I’m very confused right now. My husband is nice

 

I shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have said

 

no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority

 

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

 

shouldn’t have let

 

me off and growled graciously. Then he pulled me

 

made the decision,

 

that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want

 

“I-I mean…”

 

abandons you. If that happens, the queen will stay as the queen. In the end,

 

* * *

 

a long time ago.

 

“Is that so…?”

 

time, the

 

I was

 

but she

 

time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full of

 

away a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at

 

seen over the transparent wall showed no

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

this point, she was about to say

 

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

 

you come all the way

 

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

 

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

 

and Ivan exchanging

 

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