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…”

 

you want to be a queen,

 

in his eyes. As the

 

was such a terrible situation that I was

 

that all of a

 

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

 

fell open.

 

slaughter a person only with his eyes, I would

 

be

 

eye to the temple’s approach

 

the family always doubt it, so my husband hates it

 

the temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every time. Seriously, what rights does

 

sounded like

 

than just anger toward me, I felt the hatred

 

doubt passed through

 

mad with

 

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 the ability to go against his

 

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

 

inferiority complex that he was such

 

didn’t know it would be

 

to be a reminder of an inferiority complex that bothered

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

very confused right now. My

 

shouldn’t have said

 

shouldn’t have

 

source of Cesare’s inferiority complex

 

not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who monopolized her body three years

 

let you go

 

growled graciously. Then

 

who made the decision, it was suffocating to be near

 

if I didn’t expect that even after

 

“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

 

* * *

 

my head while rolling here a long time ago. Was it when

 

“Is that so…?”

 

remember? At that time, the princess was

 

was

 

hesitated, but she

 

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

 

dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the

 

over the transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

tilted his head and scratched his head. Likewise,

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

was about

 

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

 

Why did you come all the way

 

a walk. I’ve been sitting down for so long

 

temple, Sir Camu, a man with

 

eye to him and

 

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