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. Are you happy

 

eyes. As the blue fire

 

it was such

 

all

 

next to him. I

 

mouth fell open. This wasn’t

 

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

 

can’t be

 

eye to the temple’s approach throughout your time

 

because people in the family always doubt it, so

 

you still 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

 

last word sounded like

 

I felt the hatred of someone who was not

 

doubt passed through

 

mad

 

husband who had

 

to put all his strength against his father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage,

 

that the Pope’s eldest son,

 

it was because of the inferiority complex

 

it

 

presence to be a reminder of an inferiority complex that

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

very confused right now. My husband is nice to

 

guess I shouldn’t

 

have

 

I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s

 

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

 

let you

 

growled

 

who made the

 

expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you

 

“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 stay as the queen. In the end, it’s always

 

* * *

 

rolling here a long time ago.

 

“Is that so…?”

 

time, the

 

I was so

 

hesitated, but she actually

 

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

 

memory, Ellenia

 

wall showed no signs

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about to

 

same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable

 

did you come

 

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

 

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

 

eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks

 

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