Who is trying to exterminate them and why?
'But, it's not like an uncle who cares about his reputation to eliminate all people. Ah. It's you, Samon.'
It seemed like the petty Samon Claudio was trying to avenge the grudge he suffered from Etienne at the previous banquet.
'Coward.'
Since he didn't have the confidence to deal with Hydra without Etienne, he decided to burn down the mansion with the moving magic circle drawn on it.
A sense of wisdom passed through Medea's heart. If it weren't for today, she would never have been able to find the verdict.
At the same time, she realized that she had to get out of there without being detected.
If they know that the decree is in her hands, they will try to steal it, even if it means killing Medea.
"The fire rages. Come this way."
Cesare seems to have thought the same thing. Before they knew it, they had been caught.
The moment he opened the door to his office, a large number of assassins rushed in.
The room was filled with only the sound of blades clashing against each other.
Fast movement like an animal. An unstoppable blade that precisely pierces the solar plexus. Those sent by Samon were no match for Cesare.
In an instant, the men dressed in black fell to the bottom of the rainwater.
At that time, the sound of clinking blades caught Medea's sensitive senses.
When she looked out the window, new assailants who had entered the gotel in the distance were fighting with Samon's assassins. They were people with white ropes tied around their arms.
'Who are they? Aren't they the same group as those sent by Samon?'
With their superior skills, they began to kill Samon's assassins at random.
"Huh! Ugh!"
In an instant, Samon's shadows collapsed.
Cesare, who kicked the last sprinkler in his seat, turned around.
"We must hurry, princess."
Contrary to his words, his tone was relaxed.
***
The two quickly walked down the hallway and stairs.
Avoid areas where sounds are heard and turn when already exposed. Medea was also confident in moving without a sound.
Cesare raised his eyebrows.
This is because the Princess, moving here and there to avoid the commotion, seemed quite familiar with the geography of this mansion.
"Help me! Please, save me ah!"
The distant scream went away. Medea closed her eyes tightly.
'You know I can't save you.'
It's been a long time since she threw away her small sympathy. She did not have the energy or ability to save others even at the cost of sacrificing herself.
Nevertheless, the desperate screams that do not fall from her ears...
"I heard the Princess of Valdina doesn't enjoy going out."
The mercenary blurted out.
Medea wondered what he was talking about. The guilt that had been holding him back was swept away by his presence.
"I guess the rumors were all in vain?"
"You're still pushing your nose here and there. It seems like the leader cares a lot about you since you haven't been kicked out yet."
"He is not my master yet."
"Or maybe you are the owner of the head."
Cesare's steps stopped at the softly spoken words.
He turned and looked at Medea. Medea responded calmly to the look in his eyes that seemed to be asking her to give a reason.
"How can I be the only one who hides beneath the surface and deceives the world?"
The head of the façade also exposed himself to the world very obediently.
Since when did the top of a huge weapon the size of a façade move so simply?
If Gallo is a disguise to hide the real leader, then the real owner of the façade is...
As Medea stared at the mercenary, the corner of his mouth twitched knowingly or unknowingly.
"It's sharp."
He seemed to be smiling, or he seemed to be barely holding himself back from bursting into laughter.
"Good. Since we are hiding each other's identities, let's keep this a secret between us."
He stroked his jawline.
At that time, the two people turned around at the same time and looked at the same place.
"This. It's got a tail."
He muttered as if he was in despair. However, it seemed like it was humming, so there was no sense of crisis. As the two reached the west-facing hallway of the Count's residence, Cesare suddenly pushed Medea behind the statue.
'What are you doing?'
"Shh."
Cesare put his straight index finger to his lips.
At that moment, Medea stiffened. This is because she discovered the monsters blocking the hallway one step too late.
They were the ones tied with the white rope they saw earlier.
'Were they targeting the façade?'
Medea's green eyes shone fiercely. She quietly hid her body behind the darkness.
"A welcome guest has arrived."
Cesare leisurely opened his arms as if to welcome them.
The gangsters exuded the will to kill their opponents without fail.
A moment of silence. Without saying a word, bloody swords flew in.
Their swords were pointed at one man, Cesare.
The skills of the monsters were far superior to Samon's shadow, but they were still no match for him.
The elegant sword line cutting through the night cut down the bodies of the assassins one after another.
He was like a demonic beast released from a seal as he slaughtered the assassins mercilessly.
Unlike the sword, which was swinging mercilessly as if drunk on blood, his movements were surprisingly simple and elegant.
Medea felt an indescribable madness in that gap.
An ordinary young girl would have had a hard time coming to her senses from this cruel scene.
However, Medea, who had passed through countless slaughter battles in her past life, observed them closely.
This is because she felt a familiar sense of déjà vu from the shooters' movements.
'Why are they using the sword of the lost Katzen Imperial Family?'
At that time, Cesare paused.
The arm holding the sword became stiff. Her fingertips were stained blue. This is because a paroxysm of curse occurred.
A momentary shaking.
Even that brief gap was enough for an excellent shooter.
The moment the assassin's flashing sword stabbed into Cesare's chest.
Piyung-!
An iron arrow pierced the assassin's neck.
Cesare turned in the direction the arrow came from with eyes of disbelief.
Piyung-! Piyung-!
The iron arrows that were fired again were aimed at the remaining shooters, and while they were barely able to avoid the arrows, an explosion occurred.
Puff poop!
White smoke was thick.
The broken ceiling and walls, and the rising stone dust filled the field of vision with pure white. They couldn't see anything.
Finally, when the dust and smoke settled, there was nothing left.
"Damn, I missed it! Where have you disappeared to?"
The assassins were outraged.
"Did you see the first Prince staggering? It looks like he has an attack of illness, so he won't be able to run away like that. Hurry and find it!"
***
The stone statues displayed in the hallway of Count Etienne's residence are of various types and shapes.
Among them, behind the stone statue of Eros in the form of a young boy, there was a secret passage leading to the outside of the mansion.
This is a passage that passes through the minister's residence and leads to a quiet street in the royal castle.
In her last life, Medea fled with Jason to Katzen through this road.
While the explosion caused by the iron arrow blocked the view, Medea quickly supported Cesare and disappeared into the passage.
"We have to move."
As if he heard a low whisper, the mercenary also moved without asking.
They walked down a dark, dark hallway.
All she could hear was the breathing of the person next to her. Since she couldn't see what was in front of her, her other senses became more sensitive.
Strong arms. The heat is burning. Low moans and breathing sounds occasionally pass by her ears.
In Medea's entire life, past and present, this was the first time she had been this close to a man other than Jason.
Medea's face kept getting hotter, perhaps because of his breath that kept reaching her ears, or because of the sweat she felt while carrying the heavy man.
Then, when she heard Cesare's stiff body and a groan of pain, she erased her thoughts and took another step.
They walked down the aisle for a long time.
To avoid being pursued, Medea passed through the first and second doors and only when she reached the third door did she stop.
Creak.
The open door led straight out to the street.
There were a lot of shabby houses, and because it was late, there was no one there.
Medea looked around and hid in a dark alley. She put Cesare down and examined his condition.
His fingers, which had become stiff, were smeared black and blue.
Ugh, he burst out crying and coughed up blood. Black blood seeped through the shabby stone floor.
'Poison?'
At that moment, Medea rolled up her arms as a thought crossed her mind.
Two small holes remained on his vigorous forearm, where black and blue veins protruded.
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