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…”

 

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

 

in his eyes. As the

 

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

 

that all of a

 

be a queen next to

 

mouth fell open. This wasn’t

 

he could slaughter a person only with his eyes, I would have been fragmented

 

can’t be true. I’m

 

blind eye to the

 

always doubt it,

 

all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every time. Seriously,

 

word sounded

 

the

 

doubt passed through my

 

mad with

 

husband who had everything

 

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 ability to go against his

 

that the Pope’s eldest

 

complex

 

didn’t know it would be this

 

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

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

now. My

 

I shouldn’t have

 

shouldn’t have said

 

source of Cesare’s inferiority complex

 

I was not the real Rudbeckia to know that,

 

shouldn’t have let you

 

off and growled graciously. Then he pulled me

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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

 

* * *

 

while rolling here a long time ago. Was it

 

“Is that so…?”

 

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

 

was so

 

hesitated, but she actually

 

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

 

of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at

 

wall showed no signs of movement. Her

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

she was about to say

 

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

 

Why did you come

 

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

 

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

 

eye to him and Ivan

 

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