She wore a deep blue silk dress, the delicate gold embroidery of which shone softly in the light. On her head was a tiara shaped like a crown of roses, and on her slender neck like a deer, a diamond necklace shone beautifully.
The delicate features of her pale face, with its youthful look, were reminiscent of an elaborately made doll.
However, her green eyes were beautiful but cold, and her indifferent lips showed no emotion.
Her calm and cool expression made her difficult for people to approach.
"This is truly a great beauty. I should have proposed marriage before the proclamation ceremony. If I had, there might have been at least a slight possibility."
Perhaps that is why the attendees could not take their eyes off Medea, even though they felt a sense of distance.
That is why they can't easily forget the Princess's cold beauty.
"Arthur. Do you think it would be easy for you to marry her? The King of Valdina, no, now the Emperor. Don't you know how much he cares for his only sister? Until now, all the envoys who tried to propose marriage were kicked out before they could even smile."
"Was it that much? But, isn't the situation different now? If Valdina is going to deal with Katzen, they'll need friendly nations..."
"Of course. If you have the confidence to handle the swords of Agemas being pulled out before your eyes the moment you mention the Princess, then go ahead and try."
A Prince of a small country, who had no courage to face the continent's strongest force to obtain a beautiful woman, turned his head with regretful eyes.
The Valdinians also watched the envoys proudly entering the banquet hall.
"But who came from Katzen?"
"I'm not sure, but it's probably the Third Prince."
"Actually, aside from the Third Prince, there aren't any strong candidates. All the other Princes and royal family members were pushed out by the First Prince..."
Three years ago, news quickly spread throughout the continent that the First Prince of Katzen had overcome his incurable illness and returned to the capital.
"Wow, who would have thought that the situation would change so much in just a few years... Cesare himself is truly amazing."
Cesare Dweisler-Katzen.
The man known as the Black Devil was an object of fear, yet he attracted the attention of people wherever he went.
Rumors that Emperor Katzen was keeping his son in check also piqued curiosity about him even more.
"You will find out more details at the banquet today."
There was a sense of anticipation mixed in with the back-and-forth conversation.
People secretly waited for the appearance of the Katzen delegation.
Everyone was on edge wondering how the Katzen Empire would respond to the provocation of the 'Brother Empire', which declared itself an empire as if issuing a challenge.
"It's the flag of Katzen! They're here!"
As the banquet began and interest grew appropriate, the Katzen delegation appeared.
Those wearing the symbols of the Katzen Empire walked onto the red carpet.
"Isn't that the emblem of the Katzen Imperial Family? Is this someone from the Imperial Family?"
"No, look carefully. Don't you see that red rose-embroidered medal? It is said that it is given only to those who serve the Emperor."
The old man with white hair who stood at the very front was small and dwarf.
However, his expression was indifferent as if he did not feel the hot gaze of the crowd.
The courtiers of Katzen who accompanied him could also guess the position of the general by the way they kept pace with his footsteps.
"He is the Grand Duke of Castulo-!"
At that moment, the Valdinians' spirits sharpened as they recognized the man standing next to the chief steward.
"Wait a minute, no way..."
"Why did he come back again?!"
The hall, which had been filled with joy, was in an uproar.
All the Valdinia.s here have not forgotten Jason, who three years ago led an army to help Claudio in his rebellion.
"No way..."
"What kind of shame does that guy have to come here?"
"What shame can you have against a man who tried to rob another country by helping with rebellion!"
Some people didn't even hesitate to use foul language.
"The Grand Duke of Castulo has really come? Why now, here, why?"
"Shh, be quiet. Keep your voice down."
The attendees who were curious about the appearance of the Katzen delegation all became silent after seeing Valdinian's chilling reaction.
An unprecedented cold silence flowed through the banquet hall.
Even the peacefully flowing music stopped. Even the orchestra put down their instruments and refused to play the march.
At that moment, Peleus's cool voice rang out through the frozen silence.
"The Grand Duke of Katzen has forgotten my last warning. I see that he dares to step onto the land of Valdina once again."
Blue eyes stared straight at the smooth-looking young man standing next to the attendant.
The impression of the Katzen people hardened with a murderous pressure that seemed to have no intention of hiding.
Even the onlookers could feel it.
It is not a lie that this young Emperor had come to power and brought the fierce nomads to their knees and led them to victory.
Someone glanced at the large, heavy greatsword hanging from the Emperor's waist.
They knew it couldn't be true, but the atmosphere was so tense that they thought for a moment that the Emperor would draw his sword and strike down the Grand Duke of Katzen.
"Emperor of Valdina, convey the heartfelt congratulations of my lord Perdiccas II, the Supreme Lord of Katzen."
Despite the hostility he felt on his skin, Jason did not dare to avoid eye contact with Valdina's vassals.
The reddish brown hair and soft smile were still the same.
'I swore I would definitely get back up and come back.'
Jason also reflected on his feelings amidst the cold audience.
And he was absorbed in this very moment, in which his words were fulfilled.
The chill in the banquet hall actually made his heart race.
He felt a small sense of joy as he watched the faces of those who could not hide their shock and anger.
Can they even begin to imagine how many hardships it took to stand here again?
Jason hid his rising anger at the sight of the beautiful sibling of the Valdina roval family.
Three years ago, Jason was caught red-handed helping Claudio in his rebellion, having fallen for Medea's trick.
In return, he lost his fertile lands, his guard, and even the power of the former Emperor.
But he still didn't know.
The whole process of losing his foundation completely took place in Medea's clever hands.
When he was driven to the harsh north and placed under the surveillance of the Emperor's confidants, the Northern Feudal Lords, he was truly hopeless.
There seemed to be no way to overcome the situation.
But it seemed that God had not yet abandoned him.
"Your Highness, don't you want to go back to your original position?"
A secret dark force reached out to him.
"It's a demon! A demon has appeared!"
"Ghoul! Save me! Aaaah!"
Strange and powerful beings who can even freely create magical waves.
With their help, Jason was able to suppress frequent waves of monsters. He was also able to silently eliminate the people who watched him closely.
"If it weren't for His Highness the Grand Duke, we would have been annihilated!"
"Salvation of the North! What would have happened without His Highness!"
The people of the North praised Jason.
He filled the void left by the deceased Northern Prince and emerged as a lord and hero of the North.
'Jason, you really have the vitality of a cockroach.'
Medea's green eyes momentarily settled.
But that was it.
No matter how much Jason raised his chin, it was nothing compared to his previous might. There were no shadow troops or hermits to support him.
Three years ago, the mad dog of the empire she had brought back to life served its purpose perfectly.
If the first Prince, who was supposed to die within a limited time, had not come back to life, Jason's rise as a hero in the North would have been rapid and he would have eventually regained his former position.
But now that Cesare has returned, he will not tolerate Jason's revival.
For three years, Jason barely managed to gain control of the desolate north.
He could neither regain his former fertile lands nor return to the imperial city.
This was something even his secret assistants did not expect.
So Jason's forces were far smaller than they had planned.
It was a miserable outcome that neither they nor Jason himself were satisfied with.
"Is this really the end? Oh God, will you never give this country to Jason!"
At that moment, perhaps hearing Jason's boiling cry, a second chance came to him as if by magic.
[Jason. You must return immediately and help me.]
Instead of eliminating his nephew who had survived in the abandoned wasteland, surprisingly, the Emperor summoned him back to the imperial palace.
He couldn't believe it.
But when Jason arrived at the palace, he learned the reason.
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