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? Be honest. Are you happy

 

his eyes. As

 

was such a terrible

 

all of

 

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

 

open. This wasn’t a

 

person only with his eyes, I would have

 

be true. I’m

 

to the temple’s

 

the family always doubt it,

 

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

 

word sounded like

 

just anger toward me, I felt the hatred of someone

 

passed through

 

he mad

 

who had everything he

 

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

 

that the Pope’s eldest son,

 

the inferiority complex that he was

 

it

 

expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

now. My husband is nice to me,

 

I shouldn’t

 

have said

 

problem was that I had no idea what the source of

 

I was not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who

 

shouldn’t have let you go

 

cut me off and growled graciously. Then he pulled me

 

of the viper who made the decision,

 

forgive me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those

 

“I-I mean…”

 

me wrong, Ruby. It’s only a moment before he abandons you. If that happens, the queen will

 

* * *

 

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

 

“Is that so…?”

 

time, the princess was playing

 

I was

 

but she

 

of old memories. A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full of young children running

 

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

 

siblings seen over the transparent wall showed no signs

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

his head and scratched his head.

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

was about to say

 

at the sudden voice. At the same time, she

 

you come all

 

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

 

Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted Freya with

 

eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks with each

 

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