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…”

 

want to be a queen, Ruby?

 

in his eyes. As the blue fire blazed, my hand

 

it was such a terrible situation that I was

 

all of a

 

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

 

open.

 

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

 

can’t be

 

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

 

the family always doubt it, so my husband hates it

 

me, you would have found a way to communicate with the temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that

 

sounded like an

 

I felt the hatred of someone

 

doubt passed

 

he mad with

 

who had everything

 

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

 

the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare de Borgia,

 

it was because of the inferiority complex

 

know it would be this

 

to be a reminder

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

very confused right now. My husband is

 

I shouldn’t

 

shouldn’t have

 

was that I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what

 

Rudbeckia to know

 

have let you

 

cut me off and growled graciously. Then he pulled

 

the viper who made the

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

he abandons you. If that happens, the queen will stay as the queen. In the end, it’s always

 

* * *

 

hurting my head while rolling here a long time

 

“Is that so…?”

 

you remember? At that time, the princess was playing

 

was

 

but

 

A time when the

 

of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at

 

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

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

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

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

was about

 

time, she wondered why she felt

 

you come all

 

walk. I’ve been sitting

 

and pressed her temple, Sir Camu, a man with wet

 

blind eye to him and Ivan

 

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