The Queen Mother severely controlled the mouths of those present that day.
So the story of that day, which could be said to be a disgrace to the royal family, did not spread.
However, when the Princess knelt and prayed for several hours in front of the royal chapel, people could guess that something big had happened.
There were sturdy maids to the north, south, east, and west of the Princess.
They watched with keen eyes to see if anyone approached the Princess or handed her water or snacks.
And soon after it became known that they were the Queen Mother's maids, people thought.
'The Princess is being scolded again.'
Punishing her so publicly seemed like a really big deal.
How much does the Queen Mother hate her eldest granddaughter?
"Has it already been half a day?"
"I heard the Queen Mother told her to kneel down until the Goddess gives a revelation."
"Speaking of revelations, it would be easier to wait for lightning to strike in a dry sky."
"She's just saying she'll play with her until she makes up her mind."
Near the royal chapel, people who came to see Medea could often be seen.
The Princess of a country is being punished in front of everyone.
Medea knew that the shame that a young girl who had not yet made her debutante was included in the Queen Mother's calculations.
'I can't bend over now.'
If she bends down, the Queen Mother will soon forget her.
She will fall for Claudio's sweet words and help them without even realizing it.
'Starting from this incident, the two will separate.'
It makes the Queen Dowager doubt the loyalty of her second son, whom she trusts more than anyone else.
That was the final result of Medea's plan.
The sun set and night fell.
Because it was fall, with a large daily temperature difference, a chilling wind blew.
It was past midnight. All the onlookers had long since left.
Medea was now wearing only a room dress.
The thin fabric did nothing to block the cold.
"The weather is too cold. She came out without any preparation. Please allow her to wear this at least."
Neril held up a blanket and pleaded, but the Queen's maids shook their heads.
"The Queen Mother did not allow it. She told me to tell Her Highness the Princess. If she lends the Goddess her easy forgiveness, she will accept it as if she had never been even punished."
Neril is already protecting her.
It bothered her once.
She won't put up with it a second time, even if it's just for the sake of saving face.
It was better to hide her completely from Queen Mother's eyes.
“Do as I say, If you trust me.”
At her firm words, Neril had to step away, biting her lip.
‘I guess this is also Her Highness’s arrangement. Her Highness took advantage of the maid and Marieu's plan.'
She couldn't easily take her feet off.
The young Princess sitting alone in front of the spacious chapel looked small and lonely.
The moonlight shone on Medea's pale face as she prayed to the statue.
'If there really is a merciful Goddess.'
Neril prayed earnestly.
'Please look after Our Highness.'
After a while, Neril left.
As the night deepened, the maids who stood watch dozed off.
Only Medea was looking up at the Goddess with clear eyes.
Unlike Neril, there was not an ounce of resentment in her green eyes.
God gave me the opportunity to take revenge on my enemies, so what more could I want?
Everything is going according to her plan.
How much time has passed like that?
Medea, exhausted from the bitter cold and fatigue, closed her eyes for a moment.
At that moment, the light emanating from the fingertips of the Goddess statue in front of Medea enveloped her like wings.
***
The hot sun shone brightly on the chapel.
Medea was still there, her whole body bathed in the scorching sunlight.
A pale complexion and parched lips that look like they might collapse at any moment. No one could help but feel sympathy.
"Ha, are you still stubborn?"
The Queen Mother snorted.
She also knew that the punishment she gave her was unreasonable. So she left the room.
"No one should give this child a sip of water until she realizes what she did wrong. Do you understand?"
In other words, this meant that if Medea came first and apologized for her mistakes, she would forgive her.
So, when a day or so later came to her crying and begging her, the Queen Mother tried to pretend she couldn't win.
"It's already been three days, Your Majesty..."
"I know, it's been three days!"
She didn't think she could hold out yet.
The rumor that the Queen Mother had severely punished the Princess spread widely.
Now, even among the courtiers, some are saying.
"What on earth did the Princess do to keep it standing for so long?"
"You're trying to do this shameless thing to me too. I'm going to really beat this old man."
The Queen Mother pursed her lips and spoke.
"Pinatelli, make sure no one approaches that girl. Even if she hasn't realized what she did wrong yet, she will know by the time this old woman gets into the coffin!"
"Your Majesty..."
The Queen Mother became furious at Mrs. Pinatelli's gaze.
"Why are you doing this too? Don't disappoint me."
"Yes."
Mrs. Pinatelli bowed her back, hiding her pity.
***
Cesare visited the palace again.
"The room has changed."
It was a different place than before.
Since the search was concluded with the last conversation, an agreement was reached quickly.
Facade was allowed to stay on Valdina's land for money.
In the end, he agreed to the astronomical price that would easily put out the urgent fire that befell the kingdom.
The rear support he had hoped for was denied.
However, the request to expose the Facade to the public until the Imperial delegation left was accepted.
To that extent, the result was more successful than Sissair expected.
As Facade was an arms dealer operating in the shadows, he was famous for rarely appearing in public...
'Even if it's just a 'direction' that something is going on between us and the façade, the empire will be nervous. He won't be able to run wild like usual.'
"Do it that way."
It was roughly the time when the agreement was finalized.
Cesare caught something in his vision.
The edge of the white palace was visible outside the window. And quite close by, there was a chapel.
It was a position where you could see the Princess kneeling in front of the statue.
He was able to guess why the location had changed that day.
"It's a bargain."
Cesare suddenly asked Sissair, who was ignoring Gallo's comments, wondering how expensive we were.
"Are you worried about the Princess?"
"Ha. Unnecessary."
He stopped speaking as if he didn't even feel the need to continue.
However, if he had been stabbed like this, he would not have responded right away.
Princess and Sissair?
Sissair's eyes narrowed for a moment but quickly returned to their original state.
"Even so, the rumor has spread throughout the castle. Brother, it's been three days already?"
Gallo clapped his hands.
"I thought only the Katzen Imperial family was heartless, but Valdina is no joke either. Do you think the Queen Mother really hates her granddaughter?"
He was excited to end the boring agreement and come up with an interesting topic. His bronze face was shiny.
"Still, the Princess has a price. I thought she wouldn't last as long as I thought."
Sissair up frowned at Gallo's words.
This was because he could not understand the Princess ignoring it even though the Queen Mother had left a clear escape route.
"What are you talking about, that's stupid. If you persist, you will only be hated more."
At that time, there was a sound of laughing.
"Boss, why are you smiling?"
"I don't know. Maybe she was aiming for that."
Cesare experienced countless schemes and traps in the imperial court and was skilled at using people's emotions to overcome situations. Every time the Emperor tried to warn him and tighten his leash, Cesare instead encouraged his father.
When hatred becomes excessive, forgiveness also becomes stronger.
It seems that the young Princess who crushed the maid's ambitious plot is also taking advantage of the gap.
Sissair raised his eyebrows as if wondering what he meant. Cesare shrugged his shoulders and turned his head.
Outside the window, he could see the Princess still sitting in front of the chapel.
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