Medea continued speaking strangely as if she didn't notice the cooled atmosphere.
"Don't worry about one thing. regardless of your origins, if you're His Majesty's benefactor, you are mine too. Until word comes from the Holy Land, think of this palace as your home and make yourself at home. Neril."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Assign this woman to the cottage house."
The cottage house was once a splendid annex where Duke Claudio and his daughter lived. But it is not a palace.
D'Agel blinked. This was because the Princess clearly intended to treat the Saintess as a stranger.
It also meant that she did not trust the Saintess. The cottage house was the space of the traitors who had overturned the kingdom.
"Ah, Your Highness. His Majesty's purification treatment is not over yet finished. I need to be closed by to completely drive out the demonic energy..."
At that moment, Rachel suddenly spoke. She looked back at D' Angel with her eyebrows furrowed and her face troubled.
"Your Highness, Miss Rachel is right. Only when the purification is completely completed will His Majesty be able to move without difficulty."
D'Angel intervened. Rachel's point seemed perfectly valid. Her eyes were filled with pure concern for Peleus.
But Medea saw through her intentions at once. How long had she been vying with Rachel, who had become the Empress?
If someone saw the hatred that Medea felt for this woman, they might laughably call it affection, since she knew Rachel so well that she was almost like a lover.
Her thoughts and attitudes, and even the goals that Rachel's every move subtly reveals.
'You... are after Peleus.'
For some unknown reason, her path from her precious life toward Jason was now heading toward Peleus. The central palace where he resided was also the Emperor's personal space.
"The purification has been completed. I will leave the rest to the priests in the palace."
Peleus answered nonchalantly The reunion with his sister whom he had not seen for months, was more important to him.
There was no reason to waste any more time on such trivial matters as the whereabouts of the Saintess.
"Ha, but..."
"Saya, serve our benefactor. Make sure she doesn't lack anything."
Medea nodded like a kind hostess, but it was essentially a clear command.
"Yes, Your Highness! I will do my best!"
Saya shouted vigorously, clenching her fists. The Princess young maid, who had grown a span in the past three years, radiated spirit and sincerity. The Agemas burst into laughter.
"The cottage house is close to the palace, so Miss Rachel will be able to see His Majesty comfortably."
At this point, Rachel had no choice but to nod her head, unable to find any more room to maneuver.
"Thank you..."
"..."
Medea looked down at her quietly.
There was a sense of unspoken pressure as if waiting for something. The maid standing next to Rachel also did not move.
"What are you waiting for?"
Soon, Rachel realized that the Princess was waiting for her greeting. Her smiling lips froze in place.
Rachel certainly had awakened her powers, but that didn't change her current status as a commoner.
Since the priests of the Holy Nation have yet to arrive, she must definitely pay her respect to the Princess as Valdinian. Even if it is only a superficial courtesy.
Rachel slowly bowed and greeted Medea again.
While imagining the face of the indifferent and arrogant Princess slowly breaking apart.
"I would like to thank you again for your kind consideration..."
"As much as you want."
Only then did an answer that was almost like a warning come down.
Rachel smiled, pretending not to notice a trace of humiliation. When she raised her head, only the face of a gentle and elegant woman remained.
"Come on, Dea. I have something to show you."
Peleus left first, taking his sister with him.
Rachel looked at the back of the man who was foolishly walking away with resentment and was sled by Saya's hand.
"Rachel, come this way."
"Then, Sir D'Angel. I'll see you again."
In the palace, only two people remained: Neril and D'Angel. D'Angel scratched his head.
"I think Her Highness the Princess is standing there a bit."
He was a little surprised to see the Princess pressuring the Saintess to bow down just a moment ago.
"She is always generous to her people, but this is the first time I've seen her act like that. It seems like she hates Miss Rachel."
"..."
"Why? Neril, what do you think?"
"Chief, aren't you being overly friendly to that woman?"
Neril pointed out.
"Neril, you should have seen that scene then. She was so desperate that she didn't even care if she was addicted."
"Is that really all? It seems to me that you are trying to link the Saintess with His Majesty."
D'Angel, who was hit hard by Neril's sharp remark, ended up confessing.
"No. I just... I was wondering if, along with the treatment, Miss Rachel and His Majesty might make a good match. What a fateful meeting! And by borrowing the Saintess, we might be able to receive aid from the Holy Nation."
Thinking about it, D'Angel protested in a slightly louder voice as if he felt a little wrong.
"His Majesty is at the prime of his youth. You cannot stay alone for too long."
Even after Valdina was elevated to an empire, Peleus would become Emperor, not King. The position of Empress next to him could not be left vacant forever.
D'Angel scratched his head.
"But Her Highness the Princess doesn't seem to like the young Saintess, so this is a problem in its own right..."
"You're worrying about useless things. Do you need to make a decision?"
"Huh?"
"His Majesty makes the decision, and we simply accept it. He is a reasonable man, so there must be a reason, and even if there isn't there may be a reason."
Neril answered absentmindedly.
"I will follow His Majesty's wishes."
If there is no reason, then let it happen. That attitude was very close to blind worship of a God.
She looked at Rachel's back in the distance. The golden hair swaying in the wind behind her delicate shoulders sparkled even more in the sunlight, making her look like a pile of gold.
She now knew that beautiful and desirable things sometimes harbored an incomparably foul odor inside.
"Chief, is it true that that woman drove away the ghouls?"
A strange woman suddenly appeared in front of the King, and she appeared as a Saintess and drove away the demon.
"I saw it with my own eyes. Why does it seem fake?"
"It's just, it's such a coincidence."
Neril frowned.
From her appearance to her attitude and speech, if I feel something strange in every action of this woman who is a Saintess, am I being too sensitive?
***
Three days have passed since the King and the Agemas returned.
the urgent return journey was more or less settled. Those who needed urgent purification of the ghouls were moved to the chapel, and those who needed urgent treatment for their injuries were moved to the palace.
Meanwhile, Peleus refused the doctors and priests and immediately shut himself up in the central palace.
While her brother was busy dealing with the pilling up of the state affairs, Medea was also busy for her own reasons.
"Your Highness, I found out that she is indeed from Orpheus."
Kensington reported.
"She lived with her parents, but a few years ago, she lost her parents to an epidemic and has been living alone. She is an indigenous person who has never left the plains before this wave."
"..."
'She has never left the plains...'
Medea's white hand quietly tapped the desk. Rachel's life, which the Red Fox Troop had discovered, was ordinary.
"She quickly gained the favor of the court ladies. It is said that she is well-received for sharing her powers without reserves, regardless of social status. The Saintess's good deeds are spreading throughout the palace."
Kensington also reported Rachel's situation, who was currently staying at the cottage house.
'It's not much different from my previous life.'
She will soon win the hearts of the people. The love of the expedition, the royal family, and the people of the empire. Just as she had won her place in the last life of Katzen.
"..."
The white hand that had been tapping the table slowed down.
"Your Highness, do you suspect that the woman you are asking to be investigated is hiding something?"
"Well."
The Princess said nothing specific.
"Thank you for your hard work, Sir."
"Anytime. Your Highness, please rest in peace."
Kensington noticed the coolness on her indifferent face and quietly stepped back.
"...Rachel. What should I do with you?"
Left alone in the room, Medea muttered softly.
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