'Is this girl deliberately trying to upset me?'
However, looking at the eyes that seemed genuinely relieved, it seemed that the intention was not to mock.
Catherine, seeing Medea's clothes, and the waiting carriage, made an effort to speak in a friendly voice.
"Your Highness, why are you going out?"
"Ah, I'm going to see a play in District 2. My grandmother must have heard that it was fun, so she told me to go out and see it."
Medea drooped her eyebrows again.
"It would have been great if Birna could have gone with us."
Catherine bit her cheek and barely smiled.
Every time her daughter's name came out of Medea's mouth, a fire broke out inside her...
"Your Highness, don't worry too much about Birna. She will be back by the time the delegation arrives. I'm a mother and cannot afford to leave my child for too long."
She then went on to say how much she care for and loves Birna.
It was a lowly desire to see Medea, who had no mother, look envious, even if it meant doing something childish like this.
However, instead of showing thirsty eyes, the Princess unexpectedly said something foolish.
"Wow, that day has already arrived. I am worried about how I will welcome this delegation. The dead minister was good at that."
"Yes?"
"I mean Etienne. I really had no idea that someone so healthy could die so suddenly. If I had known this would happen, I would have sent a doctor."
Catherine flinched after being stabbed.
"... Don't worry too much, Your Highness. It is not uncommon for a person's condition to suddenly worsen within a day or two at a minister's age."
She soon regained her composure.
"Rather, I'm more worried about Her Royal Highness the Princess."
A look of concern appeared on the face of the Lady, who was as beautiful as a flower.
"You never know what will happen in this world, right? Always be very careful. If anything bad happens to Your Highness, as your aunt, I won't be able to bear it."
She was worried that there was an insidious vibe somewhere.
"That's right, Aunt. The minister who was said to be able to kill birds has died, so I must never forget my aunt's advice."
Medea smiled brightly and left.
... Yes, enjoy yourself, your luxury will not last long.
Catherine glared at the carriage with the Princess in it until it disappeared, then turned around.
***
Downtown of Valdina District 2.
The play was held in a huge performance hall located in the center of the Valdina 2 district.
The special seats on the third floor where VIPs were served were decorated with dark curtains.
The stage and actors were visible at a glance from the special seats, but it was difficult to see inside from the stage or other seats, so it was especially popular with VIPs who did not want to be exposed.
The curtain of the play has risen.
As the main characters began to appear one by one, a slim-looking woman appeared behind the curtain.
"I have come to see Your Highness the Princess."
There was no sign of presence, and the bowing posture was polite.
'Is it a shadow cast by the facade?'
Medea nodded slightly.
“Saya, you stay here.”
"Yes. Don't worry, Your Highness! I will make sure that no one knows that Your Highness is here, or at all."
Medea left behind Saya, who seemed to be clenching her fists and followed the woman with Neril.
Medea passed through a small passage hidden behind the VIP table curtain.
Finally, the door opened and bright light poured in.
The mahogany-colored, antique interior caught her eye.
A cheerful straw-colored blond man stood up with his arms spread out. It seemed he had been waiting for her.
"Her Royal Highness, welcome!"
The light from the lamp reflected on the corner of the mouth that was refreshingly open, illuminating the faint scar mark on Gallo's cheek.
Neril did not take her hand off the scabbard as if she were on guard.
"Lord Gallo."
Medea nodded.
At an old-fashioned round table, Gallo and Cesare sat on one side, and Medea and Neril sat and stood on the other side.
"Are your wounds okay? I heard that you saved my subordinate last time."
Gallo put his hand on his chest and greeted Medea politely. It was the appearance of a master who unconditionally cared for his subordinates.
"This Gallo should have visited Your Highness first and thanked you."
Medea looked at Cesare instead of Gallo.
His well-shaped mouth moved.
"Stop. I've already been caught."
What? Gallo opened his eyes wide. And when he saw the Princess sitting in front of Acares, his mouth widened as if he realized.
"Boss. By any chance, did you say everything?"
"She already knew."
Cesare turned and stared at Medea.
Palely white complexion and slender arms. Hair that looks like the moonlight has shattered it.
No one would imagine that that little girl was the same person who pierced the Hydra's neck with a crossbow that day.
Straight eyes. Movement without hesitation and incredible wit.
The Princess's every move that day remained in Cesar's memory for a long time, like a stigma.
"So, why did my benefactor ask to see me? Have you thought of the repayment you want to receive?"
"I'm trying to make a deal with the facade."
Medea winked at Neril.
With the movements of a knight, Neril took out a heavy bag and placed it on the table.
"If you want a private stand, bite it."
"I don't care."
Medea looked at Gallo.
If he was the face of the facade instead of the head, he would have found out about this anyway.
"There is something I would like your mercenary to do for me."
Gallo answered quickly.
"Do you wish to support the King on the battlefield? Although I have already rejected Sir Sissair's request."
"If it is your request, I will do my best."
"No, I'm not sending you to the plains."
Cesare said, raising his eyebrows in amusement.
"Go ahead. Certainly, both the Princess and the King on the battlefield will need new weapons."
It was also a metaphor for the dagger that Medea sent back.
Neril unfolded the map he brought.
Medea's white hand placed a small horse with a flag on a certain part of the western part of the map.
"Here is the Rasai tribe's military supply depot. Sooner or later, a convoy will depart from Ossoff to send new military supplies."
The midpoint of the western plains, connected from Ossoff, where the war is currently taking place.
"Here. And here."
Medea's hand struck the banner. Suddenly, the flag broke.
"I hope Facade hits them and burns their supplies."
Everything from military supplies stockpiled in warehouses to newly transferred military supplies.
"..."
The Princess's words filled the room with a sense of war.
"Your Royal Highness, are you trying to hasten the war?"
"Is it so."
"If you want to end it early. It's right to eliminate the enemy's military ships, but..."
Gallo looked back at Cesare. His expression was as if he was seeking an answer.
Cesare seemed not surprised and was just looking down at the map.
Golden eyes of unknown depth slowly returned to gaze at Medea.
"Princess, weren't you curious about me back then?"
A straight finger tapped the white half-mask he was wearing.
"Would you have had time to take off my mask while I was being chased?"
Even though it was a sudden question, Medea immediately realized when he was talking and answered indifferently.
"..."
He soon turned around and put down some warm tea. It was a clear-leaf tea.
As the saying goes, Cesare recognized the girl in front of him.
These people do not move recklessly.
Up until now, having established herself as a naughty Princess and cut off the Prince Regent's arm without a sound, everything has not deflated from her calculations.
'But you saved me.'
That was definitely something that wasn't in the Princess's plans.
Funny enough, he was quite satisfied with the fact that he was included in that unexpected variable.
Then, isn't it strange that he also makes an exception?
A soft scent of tea wafted through the cold room.
"Good. The facade returns the favor. But under one condition."
Medea frowned at the ambiguous answer.
"Be sure to answer first. The conditions are after that-"
At that time, something sweet entered her mouth.
"Three bites. Then I will answer."
He unceremoniously scooped up a spoonful of custard pie and put it in her mouth.
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