The Katzen also sent signals to somehow deny the outcome of the confrontation.
'What do you want me to do after you guys lost like this?"
Jason almost lost his senses and burst into a rage. He shook his head with difficulty.
'If I confirm defeat here, Angelique will not forgive me."
Naturally, the power of the Eastern Empress is also passing away. There was no way she would cooperate with her opponent who put her daughter in trouble.
However, if he sides with the princess and forcefully undermines Valdina's victory, his reputation will suffer.
Because the oath guaranteeing to day's duel has his seal stamped on it.
There were also hundreds of Valdinian eyes here. They would never stay still.
If word spreads throughout the continent that the noble and kind Archduke Castulo is in fact godless and obeys like an imperial dog, wouldn't he be the one to suffer the consequences?
Who would believe him and want to make him Emperor?
A situation where no matter which one he chooses, he has no choice but to lose one.
Jason, who was planning to cleverly obtain all the fruit in both hands, felt pain in his bones.
'If I had known it would be like this, I would have stayed quiet.'
Even if he regretted it, he had neither the time nor the wit to find a way out.
"Surely, even the Grand Duke won't acknowledge it?"
Medea fired an arrow again at Jason, who hesitated.
It was a vicious question urging a person standing at the edge of a cliff to fall quickly.
"That can't be right."
Jason, who reflexively denied it, bit the inside of his cheek and barely managed to answer.
"The duel is won by the Princess. Valdina's victory."
Jason's heart felt tight as if he had been pushed into a corner where all sides were blocked.
"Wow!"
The Valdinans applauded as they left the banquet hall.
"Thank you. The Archduke's righteousness is well known."
Medea sent only superficial thanks. And as if that was all Jason had to do, she turned around neatly.
She faced the 4th Princess.
"We will be waiting for Katzen to send twice the amount of relief as promised. Valdina will never forget the generosity of the 4th Princess."
Even though her face was pale from bleeding, Medea's eyes were vivid.
"...Ha!"
The fourth Princess trembled and left the place.
The Katzen people also hurriedly followed her, devastated.
Seeing that shabby appearance, the Valdina people were excited as if they were flying in the sky.
"We won! The number of slogans has almost doubled!"
"It's all thanks to Your Highness the Princess! Has anyone in Valdina ever done this to Katzen?"
Not only did she flatten the nose of the arrogant Princess who insulted the former King, but she also opened the airways of the people who were in danger.
That's a half-baked Princess who was looked down upon as an outcast and an empty can of the royal family!
"Long live Her Highness Medea!"
It had been a long time since she had felt such an emotional and energetic atmosphere in Valdina.
"Her Royal Highness."
A shadow fell behind Medea as she watched the Katzen people leave the place as if running away.
"Oh, Sissair. Welcome."
"Let's look at the palace first."
Sissair's face frowned for a moment as he noticed the dried blood stains on Medea's arm behind his monocle.
"No."
Medea shook her head and grabbed his arm.
He didn't notice that when her delicate hand touched it, Sissair suddenly froze.
"Let's announce it right away and move forward without them having to say anything else. We have to move quickly."
She signed the pledge.
"Is this what you mean? This pledge is the decision of a generous empire that showed love for humanity regardless of nationality, so I plan to send a copy to the temple to publicize and honor their kindness."
Indeed, there was no need for the brilliant Prime Minister to tell him her next move.
Medea held back her laughter.
As Sissair said, if this pledge falls into the hands of the Holy Nation, Katzen will be unable to give up his salvation any longer.
There will be interference from the Holy Kingdom, which maintains a subtle rivalry with Katzen.
"Okay, let's get moving."
"Medea!"
The Queen Dowager hurried down from the stage and looked for Medea.
"What an immature fool you are... You were very determined to pull this old woman's strings."
In contrast to the sternly reprimanding voice, the wrinkled hand holding her hand was trembling.
"Grandma."
"Never throw you out here again. Do you understand? You are a Princess. It's not enough to step back like you're precious blood, so why not come forward!"
Mrs. Pinatelli sighed, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Your Majesty was so worried about Her Highness that she even grabbed the handkerchief and tore it."
But the Queen Dowager's reprimand did not last long.
"I'm sorry for worrying you, Grandma."
Because Medea reached out and took her hand.
"I can't promise you it won't happen again. Until Peleus returns in honor of my father, I must protect this country properly."
"..."
The Queen Mother tried hard to suppress the redness in her eyes as she looked at the wounds left on her granddaughter's arm.
"Mother. Before I am my mother's son, I must take responsibility for Valdina's future as the King of this country. If we have a plain, we can free ourselves from Katzen's interference and create a new future. Shouldn't we break this tiresome leash in my generation? This war will lay the foundation for the next hundred years.
So, Mother, please forgive the unfilial son who leaves here"
One day, the Queen Mother remembered the resolute words of her dead son who was leaving for war.
"...Yes. Grandma made a fool of herself."
The Queen Mother gathered her emotions and returned with a dignified face. Her granddaughter was like this too, but she couldn't just sit there and ignore it.
"You go back to the palace now. Leave this place to your grandmother."
After sending Medea back first, she gave a separate reward to the Facade.
"I don't think Facade would need any more of the wealth this old woman is offering, and it would be better to allow you to help out in the royal court. How about a pass to enter the palace for every royal event?"
Gallo's face brightened.
Once you have been granted access, you will have more opportunities to freely come and go from the palace and find the dawn's droplet.
"How could a merchant turn down the opportunity to sell his wares? I am simply touched by Your Majesty the Queen Dowager's consideration."
He prostrated himself despite his dignity.
"Thank goodness. I hope this helps."
A faint smile lingered on the Queen Mother's lips at the sight of his cheerful, yet not hateful appearance.
The Facade was about to retreat.
"Did you say Acares?"
The Queen Mother suddenly called a mercenary with a white half-mask.
As Cesare stood still, Gallo poked him in the ribs as if to tell him to move forward.
"Your Majesty the Queen. I..."
"No."
The Queen Mother presented Cesare with the brooch that was on her chest.
"Thank you for standing up for my granddaughter."
Her voice was so low that only Madame Pinatelli and Cesare could hear.
Cesare looked down at the old woman in front of him.
Since they are ancestral relatives, it is natural for her to express gratitude on Medea's behalf.
Still, for some reason, a faint feeling of discomfort arose.
"Cesare, are you really my son? Didn't your mother deceive you by pretending that the sunbeam seed was hers?"
"Conquering the continent! As expected of my son! It's my blood!"
Only after proving his usefulness was he finally able to enter the realm of flesh and blood.
His father, who had been wary and persecuting him all along, but who had been more delighted and cherished than anyone when Cesare conquered the continent, was placed above the Queen dowager. The person who hated and persecuted Medea all along has come now?
He still doesn't know anything, and he doesn't even know if all of today's results were the result of the Princess's plan.
Only he knew. It was he, not the Queen Dowager, who helped plan and execute the Princess's plan. The one who exists outside the Princess's line is not him, but this old woman.
A vivid anger darkened Cesare's mind.
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