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

 

in his eyes. As the blue fire blazed,

 

sudden question, it was such a terrible

 

that all

 

you’ll be happy to be a queen next to him. I don’t

 

mouth fell open. This wasn’t a

 

only with his eyes, I would have been fragmented

 

be true. I’m

 

the temple’s approach throughout your time here. Why

 

people in the family always doubt it, so my

 

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

 

last word sounded like

 

me, I felt the

 

passed through

 

he mad with

 

who had everything he

 

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

 

sense of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest

 

complex that

 

know it would be

 

didn’t expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority complex that

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

confused right now. My husband

 

I shouldn’t

 

have said

 

source of Cesare’s inferiority complex

 

know that, but an outsider who monopolized her body

 

shouldn’t have let you go

 

growled

 

the

 

even after seeing all those moments. Do you want to be a queen with him?

 

“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

 

* * *

 

I remember hurting my head while rolling here a long time

 

“Is that so…?”

 

time, the princess was playing hide-and-seek

 

I was so

 

but she actually

 

the courtyard

 

memory, Ellenia

 

seen over the transparent wall showed no signs

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

and scratched his head.

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about

 

time, she

 

did you come

 

been sitting down for

 

her temple, Sir Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted

 

to him and Ivan exchanging

 

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