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,

 

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

 

sudden question, it was such a terrible situation that

 

all of a

 

queen next to him. I

 

open. This wasn’t a

 

he could slaughter a person only with his eyes, I

 

can’t be true. I’m

 

the

 

doubt it, so my husband hates

 

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

 

sounded

 

felt the hatred of someone

 

doubt passed

 

mad

 

had everything

 

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

 

sense of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare de Borgia,

 

complex that he

 

didn’t know it would be

 

expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority complex that bothered

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

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

 

shouldn’t have said

 

have

 

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

 

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

 

let

 

off and growled graciously. Then he pulled

 

the decision, it was suffocating to

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

you. If that happens, the queen will stay as the queen. In the end, it’s always you and me. You’ll

 

* * *

 

here a long time ago. Was

 

“Is that so…?”

 

you remember? At that time, the princess was

 

I was so

 

but

 

the courtyard of Omerta’s was full of young

 

a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared

 

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

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

his head.

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

this point, she was about to say let’s just go

 

flinched at the sudden voice. At the same time, she wondered why

 

come all the way

 

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

 

a man with wet hair, escorted Freya with a feisty face

 

turned a blind eye to him and Ivan

 

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