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…”

 

to be a queen, Ruby?

 

quickly erupted in his eyes. As the blue

 

sudden question, it was such

 

that all of a

 

happy to be a queen next to him.

 

open. This wasn’t a

 

his eyes,

 

be true. I’m

 

to the temple’s approach throughout your

 

always doubt it, so my husband hates it

 

at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are

 

word sounded like an

 

the hatred of someone who was

 

passed

 

he mad with

 

husband who had everything

 

a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining throne, not even the ability to go against his

 

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

 

it was because of the inferiority complex that he was such

 

I didn’t know it would be this

 

Izek’s presence to be a reminder of

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

My husband

 

shouldn’t have

 

have said

 

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

 

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

 

have let you go

 

cut me off and growled graciously. Then he pulled

 

the viper who made the decision, it was suffocating to be near

 

you? Yes, God forgive me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you

 

“I-I mean…”

 

want 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. You’ll realize it from

 

* * *

 

rolling here a long

 

“Is that so…?”

 

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

 

was

 

hesitated, but she

 

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

 

rising memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling

 

no signs of

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head. Likewise, he seemed to

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

this point, she was about to say

 

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

 

did you come

 

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

 

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

 

a blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging

 

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