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…”

you want to be a queen, Ruby? Be honest.

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

from the sudden question, it was such a terrible situation that I

that all

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

mouth fell open.

his eyes, I would have been

be

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

doubt it, so my husband hates it

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. Seriously, what

sounded

I felt the hatred of someone who was not here

passed

mad

husband 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,

of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare

of the inferiority complex

know it would be

didn’t expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority complex

“I…”

“…….”

now. My husband

guess I shouldn’t have

have

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

Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who monopolized her body

shouldn’t have let

cut me off and growled graciously. Then he pulled me

the decision, it was suffocating to be near

expect that even after seeing all

“I-I mean…”

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

* * *

rolling here a long time ago. Was

“Is that so…?”

time, the princess was playing

I was so

but she actually

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

chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at

siblings seen over the transparent wall showed no signs

“Are they fighting?”

“I think so too….”

his head. Likewise, he seemed to regret chasing

“At this point…”

“Ellen!”

about to say let’s just go

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

come all the way

walk. I’ve been sitting down for so long that I have

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

turned a blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks with