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.

 

As the blue fire blazed, my hand

 

was such a terrible

 

all of

 

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

 

open. This wasn’t a

 

with his eyes, I would have

 

can’t be true.

 

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

 

doubt it, so my husband hates

 

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.

 

word sounded like an

 

the hatred

 

doubt passed through

 

he mad

 

who had everything he

 

had to put all his strength against his father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining throne, not even the

 

inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare de

 

because of the inferiority complex that he was

 

didn’t know it would be

 

Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

I’m very confused right now. My husband is nice to

 

I shouldn’t have

 

have said

 

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

 

to know that, but

 

have let you

 

me off and growled graciously. Then

 

made the decision, it was suffocating to be near

 

that even after seeing all those

 

“I-I mean…”

 

moment before he abandons you. If that happens, the queen will stay as the

 

* * *

 

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

 

“Is that so…?”

 

time, the princess was playing hide-and-seek over

 

I was so

 

but she

 

time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was

 

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

 

transparent wall showed no

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head. Likewise, he seemed to

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about to say let’s

 

time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable about

 

Why did you come all

 

find you, to take a walk. I’ve been sitting down for so long

 

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

 

blind eye to him and

 

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