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…”

 

a queen, Ruby? Be honest. Are you happy

 

As the blue fire blazed, my hand

 

was such a

 

all of a

 

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

 

fell open. This wasn’t

 

only with his eyes,

 

be

 

to the temple’s approach throughout your time here. Why is

 

people in the family always doubt

 

don’t just write letters

 

last word sounded

 

the hatred

 

doubt passed

 

he mad

 

had

 

his father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage,

 

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

 

because of the inferiority complex that he was such an ambitious

 

it would

 

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

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

right now. My

 

guess I shouldn’t

 

shouldn’t have said

 

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

 

not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an

 

have let

 

cut me off and growled graciously. Then he pulled me

 

who made the decision, it was suffocating to be

 

forgive me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want to be a queen

 

“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 as the queen. In the end, it’s always you and me.

 

* * *

 

while rolling here a long time ago. Was it

 

“Is that so…?”

 

remember? At that time, the princess was playing

 

was

 

hesitated, but she

 

A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full of

 

of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared

 

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

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

point, she was about to say let’s just

 

same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable about

 

did you come all

 

you, to take a walk. I’ve been sitting down

 

a

 

eye to him and Ivan exchanging

 

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