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?

 

As the blue fire blazed,

 

from the sudden question, it was such a terrible situation that

 

that all of a

 

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

 

open. This wasn’t

 

a person only with his eyes, I would have been

 

can’t be

 

a blind eye to the temple’s

 

people in the family always doubt it, so my husband

 

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 rights does he

 

word sounded like

 

just anger toward me, I felt the

 

passed

 

mad

 

had everything

 

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

 

Pope’s eldest son,

 

because of the inferiority complex that he

 

know it

 

Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

very confused right now. My husband is nice to

 

shouldn’t

 

have said

 

the decisive problem was that I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex

 

was that I was not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but

 

let you go

 

growled graciously.

 

the viper who made the decision, it

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

only a moment before he abandons you. If that happens, the queen will stay as the queen.

 

* * *

 

rolling here a long time ago. Was it when I

 

“Is that so…?”

 

that time, the

 

I was

 

but

 

memories. A time when the

 

rising memory,

 

the transparent wall showed no signs of

 

“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 let’s just go

 

At the same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable about

 

come

 

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

 

temple, Sir Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted Freya with a feisty face as

 

turned a blind eye to him and Ivan

 

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