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,

 

eyes. As the blue fire

 

the sudden question, it was such a terrible situation that

 

all

 

to

 

mouth fell open.

 

slaughter a person only with his eyes, I

 

can’t be true.

 

to the temple’s approach throughout your

 

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

 

last word sounded like an

 

I felt the

 

passed

 

mad

 

who had

 

his father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining

 

the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare de Borgia, secretly

 

because of the inferiority complex

 

didn’t know it would be this

 

to be a reminder of

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

very confused right now. My husband is

 

shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have

 

what the source of

 

know that, but an outsider who monopolized her body three years

 

have let

 

me off and growled graciously. Then

 

the viper who made the decision, it was suffocating to

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

want 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 end, it’s always you and me. You’ll realize it from now

 

* * *

 

a long time ago. Was

 

“Is that so…?”

 

time, the princess

 

was

 

hesitated, but

 

when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full of young children running

 

a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared

 

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

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to regret chasing

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

was about to say

 

time, she wondered why she

 

come all

 

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

 

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

 

blind eye to him and Ivan

 

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