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…”

 

queen, Ruby?

 

in his eyes. As the blue

 

the sudden question, it was such a terrible situation that

 

that all of a

 

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

 

fell open.

 

he could slaughter a person only with his eyes, I would

 

can’t be true.

 

blind eye to the temple’s approach

 

the family always doubt it,

 

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 to do whatever

 

last word sounded like

 

the hatred of

 

doubt passed through my

 

he mad with

 

husband who had everything

 

birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining

 

that the Pope’s eldest son,

 

because of the inferiority complex that he was such an

 

I didn’t know it

 

to be a reminder of an inferiority

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

now. My husband is nice to me,

 

I shouldn’t

 

have said

 

of Cesare’s inferiority

 

not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who monopolized her

 

have let you go

 

and growled graciously. Then he

 

who made the decision, it was suffocating

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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

 

* * *

 

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

 

“Is that so…?”

 

time, the

 

was

 

but she actually

 

time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full

 

away a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at

 

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

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

tilted his head and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

she was about to

 

voice. At the same time, she

 

come all

 

take a walk. I’ve been sitting

 

Camu, a man with wet hair,

 

turned a blind eye to him and Ivan

 

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