The younger sister was ready to do anything to avenge the unjust death of her older sister.
She held her breath, waiting for an opportunity, and last night she finally got Catherine's secret in her hands.
"Robert Raju..."
Medea's white hand tapped the table.
"Do you know?"
"I know."
He was Medea's ally who made Jason emperor.
This imperial Count, born in Valdina, was also a strong supporter of her uncle Claudio in his previous life.
He helped her uncle's family settle down in Katzen in both material and spiritual ways, and he spent his own money to help Birna debut in the imperial society.
Birna did not spare any support so that she could get along with the Empress and other members of the royal family.
When Medea thinks about it, his embrace and efforts toward Birna are somewhat unusual.
'I understand if it's for your own daughter, not your goddaughter.'
"Robert Raju."
Birna's middle name is Robin. It was also an abbreviation for Robert.
"Birna Claudio..."
The Princess, who was silent for a while as if thinking about something, burst into laughter.
"My aunt is indeed a romantic person. How dare you leave the name of the man you love to your child?"
For some reason, Medea thought that Birna's personality was not at all similar to her father, the Prince Regent, or her brother.
Her simple and passionate roots were separate.
Medea felt like she was about to burst out laughing.
Birna, you were so jealous of me, your cousin. Under the pretext of sharing the same blood, you tried to take away everything that was mine.
My seat, my child, and finally, my husband.
Does Birna know?
The truth is that even the position of Princess Claudio was too much for her.
"If this fact becomes known, not only will Princess Claudio fall, but it will also be an unprecedented, shameful scandal for the Prince Regent."
Neril's expression brightened.
"No. I'm not going to use it now. Even if it's not a secret, the Prince Regent is bound to fall anyway."
Medea had already grabbed their leashes with a letter of approval.
'I can't end you so easily for selling my daughter. Wait, Birna.'
Medea's eyes glowed bright blue. A ray of joy shone through.
The appearance of the Princess with her back to the darkness and a calm smile gave off an eerie atmosphere.
"Everything happens where and when I say it."
Prince Regent: Next time, I will visit you.
***
Princess Palace.
"Your Highness, Archduke Castullo has left another gift and letter. This bouquet is from General Jared."
Medea's steps stopped for a moment. She looked at the pile of gifts in front of the fireplace with cool eyes.
"Throw it away."
"Everything?"
Instead of answering, Medea threw one of his letters from the table into the fireplace.
Saya nodded without hesitation.
"Yes, Your Highness. Then please rest comfortably."
Even Saya left and I was left alone in the bedroom, Medea's eyes turned to the roaring fireplace.
The letter has long since been reduced to a handful of ashes.
Medea, who was staring at the burning flames, sensed a presence and raised her head.
A man wearing a white half-mask was sitting on the bedroom window sill. The mask shined beautifully in the moonlight.
Medea paused for a moment.
"Acares."
"Have a good night, Princess."
A relaxed greeting was returned.
The silver silk curtains behind his shoulders swayed slightly in the night breeze, and the starry black night took the place of the background.
The appearance was very natural, like a scene from a painting carefully drawn by an artist.
Medea let out a laugh and stretched out her hand at the presence of a man who blended into the background of the Princess's palace without any sense of incongruity.
"If it's dark at night and you're lost, I'll let you know."
Medea grabbed the crossbow that was placed not far away and aimed it at him.
A light laugh was heard behind the white half-mask. Medea almost thought he was happy.
"Thank you for the invitation."
As if he had been given permission to enter by Medea, he jumped over the window frame as flexibly as a leopard. Then he sat down there, looking comfortable.
In any case, sitting on the window sill rather than going straight inside seemed to be a good choice.
Should she be glad that he followed the minimum courtesy, or should he be punished for sneaking into the palace so recklessly and sitting in front of her while talking about an invitation?
"If I pull that rope now, will you be able to get out of here safely?"
The moment the bedroom cord is pulled, all the guards in the Princess's palace will gather towards the author.
Then an arrogant voice without any doubt asked back.
"Princess, do you really think that? You can lock me up?"
"..."
Unfortunately, it was true. Right now, no warrior in Valdina's palace could stand against that ruthless man.
Neril will also be no match for him. They both knew that.
Cesare continued slyly as if he had not expected an answer.
"I brought you a gift. There is nothing compared to the trash over there. So, keep it for a long time."
"Since when have you been watching me?"
Medea asked in an indifferent tone.
She thinks he saw her burning Jason's letter.
"If there was a connection, I would have said a reply would be enough. You are poor at humility and memory."
When Medea let out a laugh, something flew forward.
It was a bundle of cloth wrapped in a small cloth. It was tied neatly with string. It was usually a form of communication sent when delivering news throughout the entire region.
"..."
As the white hand pulled the string, the fabric unraveled, revealing a piece of the orange flag contained within.
"There are no more provisions for the convoy that departed from Ossoff. I was thinking of bringing the head of the person responsible as evidence."
Spotlessly clean walls and beautifully patterned carpets. Golden eyes behind a white half-mask scanned the interior of the bedroom.
"Perhaps the precious person will be surprised?"
"..."
Medea looked down at the piece of cloth.
The badger pattern, a symbol of the Rasay people, was embroidered on the half-burned orange cloth.
She swallowed the breath that escaped her without realizing it.
'You really did it in just 10 days?'
This is not possible simply with excellent mercenaries and weapons.
The Rasay were the most difficult and aggressive of the nomadic peoples. Even Peleus had a hard time every time he battled them.
Incredible speed and ability to accurately fulfill requests.
It was only then that Medea was able to feel for herself the popularity of the Facade that was spreading across the continent.
"That's great."
"I told you. The Facade is different."
As if it were obvious, Cesare spoke in an arrogant and confident tone.
"Okay, I praise you. One reply would have been enough."
Cesare chuckled when he saw her elegantly asking why she had shown her face.
"I heard that the Princess is planning to appear quite plainly at this banquet."
On the evening of this coming Sunday, an official banquet will be held to welcome the Katzen delegation.
"I guess I should tell Pinatelli that there are still some left to weed out."
Matters about women's adornment are confidential matters. Medea pointed out that the Facade also incorporated ears into the royal palace.
"I was curious as to why I was rejected."
Cesare rubbed his chin.
His words reminded her of the gorgeous sapphire necklace among the gifts returned to Facade.
"Alpensia's workmanship wasn't all that great, and you didn't like the color?"
Alpensia is a dwarf village located at the tip of the continent. They were master craftsmen who were unrivaled in craftsmanship.
However, because they were very closed and did not accept requests, Alpensia's jewels could not be easily obtained even by the Kazen royal family.
"I thought emerald would be better."
A relaxed voice flowed into Medea's green eyes.
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