As the Prince Regent, he will try to regain power by relying on Katzen's power.
But will the imperial delegation go as smoothly as he thinks?
"Mu uncle will move more hastily to regain the control he has lost. It's good for us."
Medea gently knocked on the table. Red fox badges were neatly placed on the table.
"Will the Count of Kensington really come to Valdina after reading the letter delivered by Umberto?"
"He will come."
Medea answered calmly.
"The espionage network he devoted his entire life to has been breached, and he will not sit idly by. He will try to see it with his own eyes and confirm it."
Should we get rid of the Princess or use her?
But the Count of Kensington wouldn't know.
From the moment he entered Valdina, he had already fallen into Medea's trap.
"Your Highness, then how will you use this money?"
Saya, with sparkling eyes, tapped the minister's slush fund and asked.
"I will support Peleus."
Now was the right time, as Etienne's death was causing confusion among the Prince Regent's faction.
The Prince Regent will also be busy trying to hold on to the shaking power.
However, the question is through whom and how to communicate it effectively...
Knock.
At that time, the maid knocked on the bedroom door.
Saya went out and came in whining, holding a flower basket the size of her body.
"Your Highness, a gift has arrived. The sender is Facade."
"Facade?"
The maids who followed also put down gift boxes one by one. The fresh scent of flowers filled the room.
"What is all this?"
Neril was the first to check the gift on alert.
"Why did Facade send this to Your Highness?"
"..."
As if she had guessed something, Medea's expression became expressionless.
"Your Highness, look at this, they also brought a dagger..."
The dagger wrapped in velvet was small and light. The soft brilliance of silver emanated from it.
The center handle had a ruby as vivid as blood encrusted in it.
Neril picked up the silver dagger with an expression of disbelief.
"Your Highness, this is Mithril."
"...I'm sure Facade is not challenging Your Highness to a duel, is he?"
"Saya, is that possible?"
"But then why are you doing such an ugly thing to our Princess..."
Neril and Saya exchanged looks. Medea's expression did not change.
"It would be difficult if you treated me like a half-baby like Prince Regent, Princess."
Medea seemed to know who sent this. That day, the wound on his shoulder came to mind.
He sent this as a teasing thought, saying that such a flimsy weapon would be useless.
"And this is the temple's holy water."
Neril picked up a bottle filled with blue liquid.
"Did they send it knowing Your Highness's wounds?"
Medea looked down at the faint pink scar on her hand.
Holy water is also used as a powerful treatment that makes scars disappear.
It seems like he really hasn't forgotten anything about that day.
"Send everything back except the holy water."
"All the flowers and gifts?"
"Yes. I'll also tell him that I'll see him in private."
Her mouth drew a thin line.
A ray of heat rose in the green eye, but no one saw it.
***
Persepolis, the capital of the Katzen Empire.
"What? Who? The princess of Valdina?"
The Count of Kensington asked back.
Strands of orange hair fluttered wildly as if to indicate the owner's confusion.
"Even Ossoff knows? That can't be possible. This is impossible."
Kensington was very careful in establishing a line of Red Foxes spread across the continent.
They selected people who were not related to Katzen in any way, and even among the Valdina people, they selected orphans and foreign-born people with no ties, washed their identities several times, and sent them to Valdina.
Umberto was also a capable servant whom he chose with great care.
"I think so too, but... Anyway, the Princess told me to convey this to you."
The letter Umberto handed over contained sentences written in neat handwriting.
Count Kensington. Your eyes across the continent are wider than the sky, and your loyalty to your country is deeper than the sea. Even I cannot help but be amazed. However, human will and God's grace do not go together forever, so I hope you will be cautious and withdraw.
M. de Valdina.
The content of the letter seemed to exalt him, but in reality, it was mocking the arrogance of Kensington and the Empire, which were rampaging across the continent by alluding to God.
"Nonsense. How did she find out? There was no trace of Gania in Valdina."
Kensington blushed with shame and crumpled the letter.
"You mean the Princess just let you go? Even though she knows you are the spy of Katzen?"
"Me too. I thought that was strange. I was prepared for my death, but I don't know if the Princess's original purpose was to overthrow the minister."
From the note she approached him with, Umberto described in detail the entire process by which Minister Etienne fell into the Princess's trap.
The more Count Kensington listened, the more frustrated he became.
Didn't they say that the Princess of Valdina was an arrogant and foolish person full of an inferiority complex?
Her public reputation was clearly different from Umberto's report.
"What kind of person was she to hide such deep feelings at such an age?"
Kensington, who was speaking, paused.
There were shocking people out of proportion to their age here in the Katzen Empire. Considering that the first Prince unified all the tribes and won the continental war at the age of 16, it is not impossible.
"I didn't know there was a genius like His Highness Cesare in Valdina."
Kensington wiped his dry face.
"I have to go to Valdina."
"The leader yourself? It's dangerous. If you give me the answer to the letter, I will return to Valdina and deliver it."
"Nonsense!"
Kensington exclaimed, losing his composure.
"How can I wait here leisurely when the entire connection to the empire I have dedicated my life to maybe revealed?"
The Count of Kensington was not at ease.
Rather, he could not hide their anxiety because no demands were written in the letter.
Probably, it would be like that until he met the Princess and saw for himself what kind of person she was.
***
At noon, when the sun was shining. Medea visited the Queen Mother's Palace at the Queen Mother's call.
As she was returning to the palace after the conversation, she ran into Catherine walking from the opposite direction.
"Aunt."
Medea exuded the subtle elegance of royalty.
The light green dress, delicately embroidered with silver thread, matched her white and transparent skin well.
Is this what it means for a place to make a person? Catherine's stomach twisted as she looked at Medea.
Although she was cared for by the Queen Mother and treated well as a Princess, she could no longer be seen as a nervous and anxious person.
"Her Royal Highness, how have you been?"
Catherine, hiding her displeasure by raising her head, greeted her with a gentle expression.
"Why is my aunt in the palace, ah? I see you're here to see my grandmother."
Medea nodded as if she understood. It was a bonus to droop her eyebrows as if she were sad.
After discovering that the Regent and his wife were pressuring Medea due to Etienne's affair, the Queen Mother still did not let go of her anger.
So Catherine was walking back and forth to the palace, her feet swollen, to ask for her forgiveness.
"Well, aunt. Your face doesn't look very good. My grandmother will have to change her mind soon."
'It's all because of you!'
Catherine barely suppressed the urge to grab Medea's innocent face and yell.
"Anyway, how is Birna? You don't know how worried I was when she suddenly told me she had left for a convent."
"Sure. She's adapting well. She must have grown up and prays for Your Highness the Princess and Valdina daily."
"Really? I am truly fortunate."
Medea naturally clapped her hands in joy.
"It seems like convent life is a good fit for Birna. If Birna was having a hard time, it would break my heart, and I wondered if I should tell her and risk my grandmother's anger. I'm doing well, so she doesn't have to worry about that."
Catherine clutched her dress. There were clear wrinkles on the soft silk.
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