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…”

 

a queen, Ruby? Be honest.

 

As the blue fire blazed, my

 

question, it was such a

 

all of a

 

next to him. I don’t think you want to come

 

fell open. This wasn’t

 

his eyes, I would have been

 

can’t be true.

 

eye to the temple’s approach throughout your time here. Why

 

because people in the family always doubt it,

 

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 does he have to stop you? What right do you have

 

word sounded like an

 

felt the hatred of someone who

 

passed

 

mad with

 

husband who had

 

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

 

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

 

because of the inferiority complex that he

 

it would

 

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

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

My husband

 

I shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have said

 

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

 

the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who

 

shouldn’t have let you

 

growled graciously. Then he

 

who made the decision, it was suffocating

 

you? Yes, God forgive me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want to be a queen with him?

 

“I-I mean…”

 

you. If that happens, the queen will stay as the

 

* * *

 

rolling here a

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the princess

 

was

 

hesitated, but

 

dim afterimage of old memories. A time when the

 

a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling

 

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

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head. Likewise, he seemed

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

she was about to say let’s just

 

time, she

 

did you come all the

 

take a walk. I’ve been sitting

 

her temple, Sir Camu, a man

 

eye to him and Ivan exchanging

 

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