How to Get My Husband on My Side

“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? Be honest. Are you happy

erupted in his eyes. As

question, it was such a terrible

that all of a

to him. I don’t think you

fell open. This wasn’t a

could slaughter a person only with his eyes, I would

can’t be

the

in the family always doubt it, so my husband

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 do you have to

word sounded like

toward me, I felt the

doubt passed through

mad

husband who had everything he

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

inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son,

because of the inferiority complex that he was such an

know it would be

expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder of

“I…”

“…….”

confused right now. My husband is nice to

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

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

have let you go

me off and growled graciously.

of the viper who made the decision, it was suffocating

I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want to be a queen with him?

“I-I mean…”

a moment before he abandons you. If that happens, the queen will stay as the queen. In the end, it’s always you and

* * *

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

“Is that so…?”

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

I was

but she

time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full

of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling glass

seen over the transparent wall showed no signs of

“Are they fighting?”

“I think so too….”

his head. Likewise, he seemed to

“At this point…”

“Ellen!”

was about

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

you come all

to take a walk. I’ve been sitting

Freya, who grumbled and pressed her temple, Sir Camu, a man with wet

turned a blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks