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

 

As the blue fire blazed, my hand

 

the sudden question, it was such a

 

that all of

 

asking if you’ll be happy to be a queen next to him. I don’t think you want to come back home

 

open. This wasn’t a

 

only with his

 

be

 

to the temple’s

 

doubt it, so my

 

you would have found a way to communicate with the temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every

 

last word sounded

 

just anger toward me, I felt the hatred of someone

 

doubt passed through

 

he mad with

 

husband who had

 

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

 

sense of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son,

 

inferiority complex that he was such an ambitious

 

I didn’t know it

 

Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

I’m very confused right now. My husband is

 

guess I shouldn’t

 

shouldn’t have said

 

decisive problem was that I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made him who

 

not the real Rudbeckia to know that,

 

let

 

off and growled graciously. Then he

 

the

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

to be a puppet 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

 

* * *

 

hurting my head while rolling here a long

 

“Is that so…?”

 

time, the princess was playing hide-and-seek over

 

I was so

 

but she

 

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

 

of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling glass

 

wall showed no signs of

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head and scratched his head. Likewise,

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

was about to say let’s

 

same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable about

 

you come

 

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

 

temple, Sir Camu, a

 

to him and Ivan exchanging

 

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