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?

 

in his eyes. As the blue fire blazed,

 

it was such a terrible situation that I was

 

all of

 

be happy to be a queen next to

 

mouth fell open. This

 

a person only with his eyes, I would have been fragmented

 

can’t be

 

been thoroughly turning a blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout your time

 

always doubt it, so my husband hates it

 

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

 

word sounded like an

 

felt the hatred of someone who was not

 

doubt passed

 

he mad with

 

had

 

natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage,

 

of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare

 

it was because of the inferiority complex that he was

 

it would

 

Izek’s presence to be a reminder of

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

I’m very confused right now. My husband

 

guess I shouldn’t have said

 

have

 

source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made

 

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

 

let you go

 

cut me off and growled graciously. Then he pulled

 

of the viper who made the decision, it was suffocating to be

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

you. If that happens, the

 

* * *

 

rolling here a long time ago. Was

 

“Is that so…?”

 

you remember? At that time, the princess was playing hide-and-seek

 

I was

 

but she actually

 

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

 

away a chapter of dimly rising memory,

 

transparent wall showed no signs

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

his head. Likewise, he seemed

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

point, she was about to say let’s

 

the sudden voice. At the same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable about her

 

you come all the

 

walk. I’ve been sitting

 

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

 

to him and

 

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