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

 

quickly erupted in his eyes. As

 

sudden question, it was such a terrible

 

that all

 

to him. I don’t think you want to

 

fell open. This wasn’t a

 

a person only with his eyes, I would have been fragmented and

 

can’t be true. I’m

 

turning a blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout your time here. Why is

 

family always doubt it,

 

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

 

word sounded like an

 

felt the hatred of someone who

 

doubt passed

 

mad

 

husband who had

 

right from birth, a flawless noble lineage,

 

of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare

 

because of the inferiority complex that he was such an ambitious

 

didn’t know it would be

 

didn’t expect Izek’s presence to be a

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

very confused right now. My husband is nice to

 

shouldn’t have

 

have

 

source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or

 

problem was that I was not the real Rudbeckia to know that, but an

 

let you

 

and growled graciously. Then he pulled me

 

made the

 

me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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

 

* * *

 

remember hurting my head while rolling here a long time ago. Was it when I was

 

“Is that so…?”

 

At that time, the princess was

 

was so

 

but

 

the courtyard

 

away a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the

 

showed no

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

scratched his head. Likewise,

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about to say let’s

 

time, she wondered

 

Why did you come all the way

 

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

 

temple, Sir Camu, a man

 

eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange

 

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