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…”

 

be a queen, Ruby? Be honest.

 

his eyes. As the blue fire

 

from the sudden question, it was such a

 

all

 

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

 

open. This wasn’t a

 

his eyes, I would have been fragmented and

 

can’t be true. I’m

 

the temple’s approach throughout your

 

the family always doubt it, so my

 

with the temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored

 

word sounded like an

 

than just anger toward me, I felt the hatred of

 

doubt passed through

 

he mad

 

husband who had everything he

 

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

 

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

 

because of the inferiority complex that he was such an

 

know it

 

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

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

now. My husband

 

I shouldn’t have said

 

have said

 

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

 

not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who monopolized her body

 

shouldn’t have let you go

 

off and growled graciously. Then he pulled

 

viper who made the decision, it

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

Ruby. It’s only a moment before he abandons you.

 

* * *

 

head while rolling here a long

 

“Is that so…?”

 

the princess was playing hide-and-seek over

 

I was so

 

hesitated, but

 

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

 

a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling glass

 

wall showed no signs of movement. Her long golden hair

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

point, she was about to

 

time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable

 

Why did you come

 

been sitting down for so

 

and pressed her temple, Sir Camu, a man

 

and Ivan exchanging strange

 

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