Wasn't there blood on his sword too?
The Little Duke may be pretending to be unconscious because he is afraid of the consequences of killing the Princess.
People were whispering.
"Your Majesty, hold on tight. Don't get too excited. Nothing is certain yet."
As the Queen Mother almost fell over in anger and sorrow, Madame Pinatelli grabbed her arm and whispered to her.
"In this situation, the only person who can keep their composure and find Her Highness Medea is Your Majesty the Queen."
The Queen Dowager's eyes barely found her.
Yeah, I can't just collapse like this. I have to find Medea.
"Imprison Samon. He must not be released until the truth is revealed."
"Mother, you are treating my son like a sinner! Simon is your grandson, too. You are really going too far."
Despite the regent's protests, the Queen dowager simply gave a cold order.
The regent bit his lip at the public's outrage.
'What the hell happened? Why was Samon found there, unconscious? Where did Medea go?'
"If we don't find Medea, he'll be accused of being a murderer. We have to find her at all costs!"
Meanwhile, Jason glared at Samon. With Medea gone, even his chance to act was gone.
No, she may not have disappeared, but she may have lost her life at the Samon's hands.
An indefinable anger welled up within Jason.
How dare you touch her? You're not worth seeing unless it's Claudio's name.
'The staff clearly said that it was the 4th Princess who brought this here. But now Samon is being accused of being the culprit?'
That meant the two people held hands.
Samon Claudio was trying to catch both rabbits, him and the Fourth Princess, just like he did.
Jason was very upset.
"You, Your Highness the Grand Duke of Castullo. Please help us. If you could just give me a little assurance that my son would not be after the Princess..."
"Why didn't you discuss such a big matter with me?"
"Your Highness?"
"What I need is someone who will do my bidding, not a traitor who wants to establish his own palace!"
"Yo, Your Highness. I was short-sighted."
But Jason ignored the Regent and passed by.
Jason secretly gave orders to his men.
"You guys should also find the Princess quickly. We have to go first."
If the Princess were alive, he would be the hero who would save her from danger.
Jason absolutely could not miss this opportunity.
***
Campane Plains.
Although the evening was dark and gloomy, the campsite was brightly lit by torches.
"Did you see the faces of those Rasai guys? They turned pale with shock when they saw us?"
"How satisfying it is to finally get revenge on those sly bastards who were only after the back of our heads!"
A large roasted wild boar was cooking on a long pole over a campfire, and the stew was bubbling in a large pot.
It was a night for the Valdina soldiers to celebrate their victory.
But inside the barracks, a quiet silence flowed, far removed from the noisy atmosphere.
The man looked down at the wooden doll.
His shoulder-length silver hair and clear blue eyes gave off a cool glow even under the dim lights of the barracks.
It was a noble and ascetic appearance that did not match the fierce and childish greatsword standing next to it.
He had an air of being closer to a priest than a warrior.
On one cheek of his beautiful face, there remained a very faint scar.
This mark, which could not be noticed unless one looked closely, looked like a stigmata together with the dazzling silver hair.
Holy Slayer.
Peleus de Valdina, the current King of Valdina, was also another nickname for this man who was currently waging a ten-year war against nomadic tribes on the Great Plains.
"Your Majesty."
D'Angel, the leader of the Agema (the King's Guard) who entered the barracks, let out a sigh.
"It's a rare night of celebration, so wouldn't it be okay for Your Majesty to relax a little today?"
"..."
Instead of answering, Peleus closed the pendant and put it in his pocket.
Wherever he went on the battlefield, he always carried the pendant in his arms, which contained a portrait of a young girl with silver hair like his.
"It's not your fault, so it's too early to be relaxed."
A cool answer came back. A vast plain spread out before Peleus.
Flags representing the strategies devised by the staff were placed densely all over the map.
The territory of the Rasai people had long since been transformed into the flag of Valdina.
"Yes. Certainly, this victory is thanks to Her Highness the Princess. If we had not known that the Rasai men's provisions were burning and they were in disarray, we would not have been able to launch a surprise attack."
As D'Angel nodded, a question suddenly came from Peleus, who seemed to be thinking of a strategy.
"You think so too? Really, that's what Medea did?"
"Sissair, that blunt-mouthed guy who says what he wants to say even if a knife is put to his throat wouldn't have lied."
"..."
"Her Highness the Princess was a very intelligent person, Your Majesty. Isn't it a good thing that the young Princess has grown up and is helping you? I cannot understand why you have such a troubled expression."
Peleus's eyes darkened.
She's not a very bold child. This is the first time she's sent him a letter like this.
"Something must have happened to Dea."
He was concerned about his sister's changes.
When a person grows up suddenly, it is bound to be accompanied by painful and painful trials.
What worries him the most is that he left his younger sister alone in the Valdina Palace.
"Your Majesty cannot protect Her Highness from all dangers. You left your seal behind, Your Majesty did your best."
Peleus did not care about criticism that he was a worthless King who entrusted state affairs to his younger sister to protect Medea.
Even though it was a time when establishing royal authority was more important than ever, it was only a short time after he acceded to the throne.
"..."
"Is that so? Was it really the best? ... Her face is already vague. How much has she grown?"
Peleus muttered softly.
"...On the day I left, I couldn't even say goodbye to that child properly."
He should have looked back at that face just once, shedding tears without making a sound.
He should have held those trembling little fingertips at least once.
The round eyes that looked at him with longing as he left were still vivid in his mind.
"I wonder if she should wait. I wonder if I might not keep my promise to live."
He didn't dare say anything.
After his father's death, Peleus had to leave in a hurry to straighten out his wavering army.
At that time, he was still an immature boy.
He didn't have the confidence to convince his younger sister, who had become the outcast of the kingdom, that he had no choice but to leave her alone and head to a battlefield where even life and death could not be guaranteed.
"...Why don't you at least send a letter? I'm sure Her Highness will understand now."
"..."
"Or maybe that wooden doll you carved yourself."
D'Angel gestured to the wooden dolls that occupied one side of Peleus's tent.
Ten wooden dolls in the shape of little girls contained a little bit of Peleus's longing.
"..."
As each year passed, the doll grew a little taller.
Peleus' imagination grew further into the idea that Medea must look like this.
But no matter how hard he tried to remember, he couldn't quite recall Medea's face.
His younger sister's bright smile and sunny vitality gradually faded as time passed.
D'Angelo encouraged the young King, saying.
"With this victory and the defeat of Rasai, the end of this war is near. Your Majesty, we will be able to return soon."
"...That's right."
Instead of answering, Peleus looked down at the pendant again.
His fingers traced the girl's cute smile.
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