Although he looked tired, nervous, and sensitive, he had to admit that Sissair was a handsome guy.
And that he was one of the few loyal subjects who remained faithful to Peleus until the end.
Medea knew that Sissair was now suspicious of her.
She could understand because she didn't know what Medea had gone through in her past life.
Anyway, her goal is the same.
To properly establish this country, Valdina, was ruled by Peleus.
In that case, this troublesome act of relieving her worries and reassuring her was meaningful enough.
"The only Valdina I want to protect belongs to Peleus."
Medea spoke calmly. It doesn't matter if this sincerity doesn't reach him.
She has a duty to put this country right and return it to Peleus.
It was an atonement and repentance that must be accomplished even if it meant sacrificing her entire life.
An incredibly deep look of regret was reflected on her frail face.
"It's okay if you don't trust me. You will find out soon."
The green eyes filled with determination even gave off a blue glow. Sissair swallowed his tea, hiding his shame.
"..."
There was no conversation until the cup of tea was completely drained.
"I understand what you mean, Your Highness. However, Minister Etienne is a hereditary nobleman who has built up a reputation for three generations and is in charge of the affairs of the Inner Palace. Like Cuisine, he is not an easy opponent to fall into your trap."
"..."
"Even the Prince Regent is a strong ally of Minister Etienne. If he falls that far, Prince Nie will lose all control of the palace, and he will never let it happen."
That's why Sissair also had a hard time dealing with the Prince Regent.
Even the regent ball was too much for him, but with Etienne joining in, he had to block attacks coming from all directions.
Despite Sissair's dissuasion, the Princess's expression did not change.
"What if you could tear them apart? Still, are you going to talk like you do now?"
Separate the Prince Regent and the Minister Count Etienne?
Sissair shook his head briefly.
"I guess I haven't tried to separate the two of them? Their bond is strong. This is not a union that will fall apart in one day."
In the current situation, rather than breaking their union, the best thing to do is to support this side's power so that it does not collapse further.
"Sometimes a single drop of water separates a river from an ocean. So, don't worry. Sir, just think about how you can overthrow the minister who split with my uncle."
Because the opportunity will come soon. The Princess added.
"Her Highness... I thought you didn't want the Claudio family to fall."
"As long as they don't overtake our Valdina."
The tone of the speech was quite meaningful.
There seemed to be a significant change of heart due to this falling horse incident.
Where did the timid and weak Princess go?
She was no longer her former self.
"Those who have disloyal thoughts towards this country must be weeded out. Even if there is a mine in there."
Medea raised the corners of her mouth.
"It would be such a shame."
Nowhere in those words did she mean to save her uncle.
"You'd better come this way next time. It's not good for them to know that I'm seeing you."
Medea held out a piece of parchment with a small map drawn on it.
Sissair blinked his eyes stupidly without realizing it.
Is the Princess truly trying to drive out Claudio? Can he trust her?
"Your Excellency, I brought you some hot water."
"Come in."
While Sissair was taking off his monocle and trying to control his surprise, the maid came in.
It was the maid who brought the tea earlier.
She carefully placed the refreshments on the table with calm steps.
Slurp.
As the hot water spreads over the tea leaves, a fragrant scent wafts out.
The maid's hand movements were natural.
Sissair was reminded of Medea who had not even touched tea.
"Should I bring in another tea?"
This was brewed by the maid herself to suit her taste for bitter, light tea, so there was no way it would suit the young Princess's tastes.
Originally, he didn't care whether it suited the Princess's taste or not, but now he was a little concerned.
"No. The scent is amazing. I think It's my first time smelling this scent."
"This is a medicinal tea that the maid made herself. They said they brought it to us by hand-picking it one by one, so I'm drinking it because of their sincerity."
"Are you saying the Lord was such a compassionate person?"
"Do you just want to swear?"
Medea chuckled. Sissair was surprised by the light smile that spread across the corners of his pretty mouth.
Was the Princess the kind of person who smiled so brightly?
"I want to keep drinking this tea, too."
"I told you to take care of it separately."
"My maids are inexperienced and I don't think they will be able to handle it this skillfully, so I will borrow the Lord's maids for a while."
Seeing the Princess beckoning the maid holding the teapot next to her, Sisair responded.
"Actually, the other kid is better at picking up the tea. It's going to be a hassle, so I'll give the child to you."
"No, I want this kid."
The Princess insisted on the maid next to her with an expressionless face.
Sissair looked at her for a moment to gauge her intentions and then said.
"She is someone I care about."
"So? Sir, it's just a cup of tea."
He was told not to overreact.
As expected, the temperament of this arrogant Princess does not suit her. s
Sissair rubbed his temples.
"...Are you going to send her back completely?"
Medea lifts her chin.
The noble gaze seemed to be questioning whether he would dare to tarnish the dignity of just one maid.
Only then did Sissair nod his head.
"If you do it, then so be it."
***
A few days later, the Prime Minister's maid visited the Princess's palace with tea.
"Raise your head."
It was a peaceful atmosphere, no different from usual.
The sweet scent of flowers passed by the tip of her nose, soft carpets, and dreamy colors. All the tea utensils for making tea were prepared on a small round table.
Medea's white and delicate hands held a handful of tea leaves. A handful of finely ground tea leaves was placed on a tea strainer.
"Is this enough? Is it too much?"
"..."
At the same time, Marieu, who was standing next to her, poured hot water over the tea leaves that Medea had moved.
Steam began to bloom.
The fragrant scent of tea leaves wafts through the room. To the point where it is somewhat dark.
"How long do I have to wait?"
"..."
The maid could not answer.
A slender hand lifted the kettle at an angle.
The golden-colored tea was poured into a beautiful teacup.
Sissair's maid, who was making the tea, explored at the tea. The dark color took on an ominous tone, so much so that you could barely see the bottom of the teacup.
"That's it."
"Yes?"
When the maid held out a teacup, Medea shook her head.
"Drink first."
"Yes? How dare I take something that belongs to you..."
"Drink."
The Princess was adamant.
"Please note, this is an order, not a suggestion."
"..."
"Drink."
Sissair's maid did not hide her displeasure at the high-handed attitude that left no room for trouble.
"I don't know why Your Highness is persecuting me like this. I am a person who has served the Prime Minister, for a long time. If he knew that Your Highness was tormenting me like this..."
"I don't know why everyone is trying to show off their loyalty like this in front of me."
Medea, who interrupted the maid, raised her gaze as if bored.
Then she expressionlessly looked down at Sissai's maid. Her hand suddenly knocked over a bucket of tea leaves.
Tea leaves pour down and the fragrant scent fills the space.
'Fine.'
Suddenly, memories of her past life were overlaid on the maid's embarrassed face.
The war with Peleus and the nomads was nearing its end.
Sissair, the young chancellor of Valdina, suffers from mania.
A critical point in the war where only the final victory and defeat remain.
To somehow hide his illness, he stayed in the tower and took care of state affairs.
Then one day.
"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister Sissair could not overcome his madness and committed suicide."
It was a prosperous age.
His death shook the kingdom greatly.
The foundations of Peleus were also shaken. Because Sissair was one of the few loyalists who supported the King.
Even Medea, who knew nothing, could feel the emptiness of Sissair's.
'Sissair was too young to suffer from mania. He didn't have any other illnesses.'
Mania mainly appears in wizards or swordsmen who have trained for a long time.
She was wondering how Sissair, who was still a young man in his prime, ended up suffering from that disease.
'There was a reason.'
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Omg omg omg ok that was a crazy development.
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