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, Ruby? Be honest. Are you happy

 

erupted in his eyes. As the blue

 

such a terrible

 

all of

 

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

 

fell open. This

 

he could slaughter a person only with his

 

can’t be true.

 

turning a blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout your time

 

the family always doubt it, so my husband

 

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

 

last word sounded like an

 

felt the hatred

 

passed through my

 

he mad

 

had everything he

 

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

 

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

 

complex that he was

 

know it would be this

 

expect Izek’s presence to be a

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

very confused right now. My husband is nice

 

guess I shouldn’t

 

have said

 

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

 

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

 

let

 

growled graciously. Then he

 

the viper who made the decision, it was

 

if I didn’t expect 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, it’s always you and me. You’ll realize it

 

* * *

 

hurting my head while rolling here a long time

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the princess was playing

 

I was so

 

hesitated, but she

 

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

 

rising memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling

 

seen over the transparent wall showed no signs of movement. Her long golden hair

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

tilted his head and scratched his head.

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about to say let’s just

 

the sudden voice. At the same time, she wondered why she

 

Why did you come

 

find you, to take a walk. I’ve been sitting

 

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

 

and Ivan exchanging strange looks with each

 

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