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…”

 

to be a queen, Ruby? Be honest. Are

 

his eyes. As the blue fire

 

question, it was such a terrible

 

that all

 

to him. I don’t think you want to

 

open. This wasn’t

 

could slaughter a person only with his eyes, I

 

can’t be

 

to the temple’s approach throughout your time here.

 

the family always doubt it, so my husband

 

You don’t just write letters that are

 

word sounded like

 

felt the hatred of

 

passed through my

 

he mad

 

who had everything

 

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 Borgia,

 

it was because of the inferiority complex that he was such an

 

know it

 

Izek’s presence to be a reminder

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

right now. My husband is

 

guess I shouldn’t

 

have

 

problem was that I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made him who he is

 

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

 

have let you

 

off and growled graciously. Then he pulled

 

of the viper who made the

 

if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do

 

“I-I mean…”

 

to be a puppet for my father anymore. Don’t get me wrong, Ruby. It’s only a moment before he abandons you. If that happens, the queen will stay

 

* * *

 

head while rolling here a long time ago. Was it

 

“Is that so…?”

 

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

 

was

 

hesitated, but she

 

dim afterimage of old memories. A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was

 

memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling glass

 

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

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head. Likewise, he

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

she was about to say

 

same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable about her

 

come all the

 

walk. I’ve been sitting down for so

 

a man with wet hair, escorted Freya

 

blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks with each

 

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