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

 

in his eyes. As the blue fire

 

it was such a terrible situation that I was

 

that all

 

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

 

open. This wasn’t

 

his eyes, I

 

be

 

a blind eye to the

 

family always doubt

 

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

 

word sounded like an

 

just anger toward me, I felt the hatred of

 

passed through my

 

mad with

 

husband who had

 

had to put all his strength against his father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a

 

sense of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare

 

inferiority complex

 

know it would be this

 

be a reminder of an inferiority complex that bothered

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

right now. My

 

guess I shouldn’t

 

shouldn’t have

 

had no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was

 

was not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an

 

shouldn’t have let you go

 

off and growled graciously. Then

 

of the viper who made the decision, it was suffocating to be

 

you? Yes, God forgive me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing

 

“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

 

* * *

 

hurting my head while rolling here a long time ago. Was it

 

“Is that so…?”

 

that time, the princess

 

was

 

hesitated, but

 

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

 

away a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared

 

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

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

point, she was about to

 

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

 

come all the way

 

been sitting down for so

 

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

 

blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks with each

 

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