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? Be honest. Are you

 

erupted in his eyes. As the blue fire blazed,

 

sudden question, it was such

 

all of a

 

if you’ll be happy to be a queen next to him. I

 

fell open. This

 

with his eyes, I would have been fragmented

 

can’t be true.

 

turning a blind eye to the temple’s

 

doubt it, so my husband

 

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 do whatever

 

sounded like

 

the hatred

 

passed through my

 

he mad with

 

had everything he

 

right from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path,

 

the Pope’s

 

was because of the inferiority complex that he was such

 

didn’t know it would be this

 

to be a

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

My husband

 

shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have said

 

what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made him who

 

that I was not the real Rudbeckia to know that,

 

shouldn’t have let you

 

cut me off and growled

 

who made the decision, it was suffocating to

 

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

 

“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

 

* * *

 

here a long time ago.

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the princess was playing hide-and-seek

 

I was

 

hesitated, but she actually

 

time when the courtyard of Omerta’s

 

memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling

 

wall showed no signs of movement.

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

and scratched his head. Likewise, he

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

she was about

 

At the same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable

 

you come all

 

been sitting down

 

Freya, who grumbled and pressed her temple, Sir Camu, a man

 

and Ivan exchanging strange looks with each

 

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