TCIWTFY - Chapter 152




Maybe it was because she used too little force when swinging the whip.

The 4th Princess stumbled, holding her forehead in a wave of nausea.

"What are you doing, not offering tea to Her Highness the Princess!"

The Princess's maid glared at Birna.

"Yes..."

Birna bit her lip and awkwardly brought the tea to the Princess. However, she ended up spilling the tea that the 4th Princess had thrown over her.

"It's all cold and smells fishy! You should drink this!"

The 4th Princess did not stop.

As if she was pouring everything she had into the name of Claudio.

"Are you just going to stand there like that? Can't you see the sun is shining here? Bring an umbrella!"

The 4th Princess was as irritated as she was. Birna was at a loss and had to endure her hysteria.

Just a moment ago, didn't she see her mother and brother being beaten like dogs right before her eyes? She had no choice.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh."

Catherine wept as she watched her son groan and her daughter cry.

It broke her heart to see her children suffer all kinds of hardships and have no choice but to watch.

When she first heard that the Fourth Princess and Samon were going to get married, Catherine was so happy.

When she heard that they would be taken to Katzen, she was happy, thinking that their suffering was over and that there was a hole that could emerge even in the fallen sky.

But what a surprise, the 4th Princess who was to become his daughter-in-law was a ruthless woman who beat up not only her husband, Catherine's son but also her mother-in-law.

Moreover, she treated her daughter like a maid. Her precious Birna, the Princess Claudio, whose delicate hands had never been touched by water.

How did it come to this? She looked up at the sky with resentment.

"The carriage is ready."

"Heh, don't let those slow-moving worms ride in my carriage."

The fourth Princess looked at the Claudio family with disgust and scolded them.

After the wedding ceremony, they planned to head straight to Katzen.

"Oh, Your Highness. Where is this?"

"Just put him on the wagon!"

She had no intention of enduring the resentment of the Valdina people and the family of a husband she did not like.

At the Princess's insistence, Samon hurriedly got up from his aching body.

"Father, ma'am. That's-"

"Who can have whatever wife he wants!"

Slap.

While Samon hesitated, holding his cheek that had been struck down, the 4th Princess climbed into the carriage.

"Uncle, no matter what I do... this is too much... isn't it!"

Samon vented his anger towards Count Raju who had approached him.

The carriage was much smaller and shabby than the one the Princess had just ridden.

The narrow windows had bars on them, just like a prison to keep them locked up.

It was an unbearable insult to Samon, who had grown up as a young Duke Claudio.

Entering Katzen on something like this? Of course, the road will be difficult, and he wonders how the imperial people will look down on him.

Raju shook his head with a sad expression.

"There's nothing you can do. Didn't you expect the 4th Princess to be upset?"

"You mean heartache?"

Samon's eyes lit up. Could the countless verbal abuse and violence be hushed up to such a cute level?

"What are you going to do? Then, are you going to go back to the guillotine? For now, you have no choice but to lie down flat and please the Princess."

Besides, there was still a plan for the inheritance left.

If she loses her child, the Princess's anger will grow even more. She will think that she is being held back by Samon because of a child who will disappear.

"Samon, we all expected that the position of the Prince would not be easy. You must endure and persevere to prepare for the successor.

Raju urged Samon to erase all foolish thoughts and think only of profit.

"I'll follow you. Give this blanket to the Duchess and Birna. I'm worried because the wagon must be in a very difficult condition."

Eventually, Samon was forced to board a poor wagon with his family.

The palace gate opened with the sound of carriage wheels turning.

Thud-

But the ordeals for the Duke were not over, as crowds of people filled the streets waiting for them to leave the square.

"It's Katzen's carriage!"

"Where's Claudio? Hey, where's he riding?!"

"Oh, you're hiding in the cart? You cowards! You're the worst of the best! You're trying to roll away!"

The angry people hurled stones at them.

Crisp!

Something sticky and pungent hit Samon's forehead. It was wet filth. The regent's clothes had long since been covered in sewage.

"Ahh! Stop it, stop It!"

Birna and Catherine were also struggling in the endless stream of sewage.

The Princess's knights drove the carriage visibly slower. 

"You dirty traitor!"

The people did not stop throwing stones and waste.

Samon looked like he was going crazy.

They thought he was living in ultimate luxury, holding onto the rope called Katzen, but the reality was very different.

The spot where the 4th Princess had hit felt more painful.

Samon bit his lip. He bit it so hard that blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Samon, why don't you close the window, yes?"

Catherine, who could not stand to watch, pleaded.

But as if his mother's pleas were not heard, Samon did not lower the window.

His maddened gaze was directed beyond the window towards the distant Valdina Palace.

'Peleus, you will regret not killing me now.'

Samon recited with bloodshot eyes.

Although he's leaving in such a shabby manner now, he will enter with dignity when he returns.

Greater and more majestic than Peleus, I will trample this earth with my horse's hooves and pull him down from his throne. 

"I will definitely... return to Valdina."

The endless vow disappeared into the thick cloud of dust raised by the wagon.

***

Under the evening glow where the sun is slowly setting.

Medea, who returned to the Princess's palace, watched Claudio's carriage leave from afar.

'Samon, you are out of my hands, so rest assured, but this is not the end for Claudio.'

There was still one last plate left to prepare for them.

At that moment, click. A small noise caught her ear. Medea turned around.

A whitish shadow was visible behind the curtains fluttering on the window frame.

"..."

The hand that was searching for the crossbow stopped and froze. Medea spoke calmly.

"Acares, my brother's spear will be difficult to block even with Facade."

It was after she realized the identity of the guest who came to her without warning.

A faint, muffled laugh rang out.

"Well, I don't think I'll lose."

A man appeared behind a soft veiI with an arrogant retort.

"It's been a while, Princess."

The golden eyes that resembled the sunset, and the graceful jawline are still visible under the smooth half-mask were the same.

"Princess, this place is not safe." 

"You called."

"I don't think I need to tell you to be careful, right?"

Only then did Medea recall the last memory of her encounter with him in the royal palace, where black smoke was rising.

Quite a bit of time has passed since then.

'Come to think of it, the Facade has been quiet for a while."

Medea noticed the darkness and melancholy emanating from him.

He was wearing a white half-mask and a black uniform that was fastened tightly around his neck. He also wore leather gloves, which made him look flawless, unlike usual.

In addition, he had strangely sharp eyes and a sunken gaze.

It was different from the usual laid-back and leisurely atmosphere of Acares.

'He found out that the antidote he found was fake.'

That day, the mercenaries of the Facade hid in the palace to find the dawn's droplets.

Medea, who had guessed the outcome, looked up at him, pretending not to know.

"How have you been? What brings you here?"

"I thought I'd say hello."

Cesare answered lightly.

When he saw Medea's calm face looking up at him, his mind, which had been violent as if it was going to tear everything apart, calmed down.

'This will be the last time.'

He never uttered the word "end" or even the word "curse." He just wanted to remember this image just as it was, just as the Princess knew it, like a passing breeze.

But at the same time, he felt funny about himself forcing himself to come here despite his body being pushed to its limits.

The last strong desire left for Cesare, who had finally accepted death and come to terms with the fate that lay before him, was Medea.

He wanted to see this woman.

"Why?"

Medea asked back, realizing that the mercenary's gaze was following her the whole time.

"..."

Cesare did not answer. Behind the white mask, the golden eyes contained Medea.
His gaze was more intense than ever. It was as if he was trying to firmly plant himself in her mind.


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