TCIWTFY - Part 2 Chapter 13

 Rachel continued, looking at Medea with fearful eyes.

"The Princess also ordered me to stay at the cottage house. She said I shouldn't come and go from the palace without permission and forbade me to leave this place."

Only then did the bewildered people finally understand what Rachel meant.

Traces of terrible curses were discovered in a cottage house.

A rat's severed forelimb overlaps the Saintess's injured arm.

Now the Saintess is pointing out that the Princess is the one behind this terrible sorcery.

At that moment, the reactions of the audience were divided.

"Your Eminence, stop making such ridiculous assumptions! What kind of rudeness is this!"

The Valdinians were furious, asking how anyone could dare to harm the Princess in the Valdina palace.

D'Angel's face turned red with great humiliation.

However, in addition to the Valdinians, there were also people from the Holy Land who had come to greet the Saintess.

They immediately took Rachel under their wing.

"Would the Santess have pointed out the Princess without any reason?"

Then Rachel continued speaking, adding strength to the high priest's scolding.

"I know that my existence is a nuisance to Your Highness. However, Your Highness, I am a servant of the Goddess. Please, even if you cannot look upon me favorably, show me a little mercy. I have no intention of usurping Your Highness's position."

The last words sounded even more pitiful as they were mixed with sorrowful sobs.

People stopped.

'Come to think of it, the relationship between the Saintess and His Majesty the King was not simple.'

There was even talk among the wealthy that they would soon be able to see the Queen of Valdina.

The bond between Peleus and Medea was very strong.

But if you lift the veil of that beautiful and close-knit family love, you may actually find that the Princess is extremely possessive toward her brother, the King

She even went so far as to slender the Saintess to drive her away from her brother.

High Priest, who seemed even more enraged by Rachel's words, raised the dagger with wide eyes.

It was crucial evidence that had just been secured.

"Look! Here is the proof."

Paul, who was now in high spirits, proudly showed off the engraved symbol of the dagger he had found to the royal family of Valdina.

"See? Here, coincidentally, is the royal emblem engraved on it. Along with Her Highness's initials."

"Her Highness the Princess. High Priest Paul be careful what you say."

At Sissair's warning, Paul raised the dagger even higher and showed it to him.

"Can't you see this pattern? If your eyesight is bad, I'll bring it to you and show you!"

He showed the imprint.

The Valdina royal family coat of arms and the initial M engraved on the dagger.

Among the royals, only Medea had a name that started with the letter M.

The evidence was clear.

Six rat carcasses were found, representing a demonic ritual.

The carcasses of rats intended for black magic rituals were found, one of which was impaled on a mithril dagger, modeled after Rachel's wounds.

And the dagger belongs to Medea.

"Your Highness the Princess..."

"Can you explain this to me?"

For some reason, people's eyes were focused on Medea.

"Oh my God, I really can't believe this... Oh, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have come here in the first place. I've only caused trouble."

Tears fell from Rachel's eyes.

 The tears that flowed without stopping as if sobbing, touched people's hearts.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I didn't know you would misunderstand me like this. I didn't know you would hate me enough to curse me...I just..."

Rachel wept again.

"Ugh, it's my fault. Ugh... I ruined the peace of the royal family and created a rift between His Majesty and Your Highness the Princess."

Brainwashing the majority was bound to be unstable.

'Now is the time. We have to shake them up.'

But Rachel, who could not miss the opportunity to throw Medea off the cliff, risked breaking the brainwashing by going back on her words.

"Your Highness, what is this?"

Elinor, the commander of the Knights Templar, was furious at the Princess's silent response and asked in a slightly harsh tone.

The Agemas also looked at the Princess.

"Really, Your Highness, did you do it?"

"No way. Tell them quickly. No way could happen."

Their eyes were filled with shock and a hint of denial that it couldn't be true.

Trying to frame a Saintess like attacking a goddess. And the target is the Princess of Valdina.

"Ha! How could she admit it herself! I have heard well of the Princess's notoriety!"

Paul, unable to bear the situation any longer, picked up the dagger and threw it down.

At this, the Agemas guarding the Princess's side all drew their swords. They were confused by Rachel's brainwashing, but they moved reflexively at the insult their master had suffered.

"..."

But the Princess who was at the center of the typhoon didn't say anything.

She just stared blankly at the sight.

Her green gaze slowly passed over the Agemas, resting on the grumbling High Prirest and paladins, and the evidence of the ritual scattered messily on the floor.

Sometimes, like now, reality and the past intersect.

As if this was not the first time she had experienced this situation and atmosphere, the moments she remembered with her skin came back to her.

"Jason. It was my fault. I..."

"Don't say such things, Rachel. What have you done wrong? Medea! You are so wicked. Are you not satisfied with that?"

People didn't listen to her.

No matter what Medea did, she and Rachel existed only as a structure of a wicked woman who coveted power and a Saintess who nonetheless sought peace.

Paul urged the Princess, who was staring at the audience with silence.

"Your Highness, please speak..."

At that moment, a teardrop fell down Medea's cheek.

Why was it so painful?

Why did you try so desperately to prove it?

In a well-crafted play, truth has no relevance.

Now that she realizes that indifferent truth, she lets out a silent laugh. No, maybe it was a scream that reached nowhere.

Mdea, you foolish and pitiful thing.

"..."

Everyone froze.

Even Paul, who had been running wild for a long time, was left speechless.

The moment they noticed the transparent water droplets falling down her expressionless eyes, their hearts sank as if she made an irreversible mistake.

The Princess made no excuses or apologies.

Whether she was admitting or denying her guilt, nothing could be read from her expressionless face

Still, the single teardrop that ran down her cheek shocked Agemas as if they had been hit by a huge rock.

The brainwashing Rachel had tried so hard to do with black magic may have eaten away their minds, but it did not make their hearts beat.

"Your Eminence, do not think that I will tolerate your disrespect towards Valdina any longer."

D'Angel, who came to his senses first, drew his sword and put it to Paul's neck.

"You don't want your tongue to touch the floor while you're slurping."

"This, this outrageous...! You dare threaten me?"

The knights also straightened their backs. They felt the sharpness of the blades sent by the Agemas.

Agema stood next to D' Angel and faced the Knight Templar.

It was a tense standoff.

Paul should have insulted Valdina instead of Medea.

The moment he mentioned the Princess's name, the anger welling up in Agemas's chest broke Rachel's brainwashing.

It was something Rachel would have turned a blind eye to it, she had known that she had spent months pouring fake powers into them and planting marks on them.

A tense standoff, with neither Knights Templar nor Valdina backing down an inch.

Peleus, who had been watching all this with sunken eyes, raised his hand.

"Stop."

The room was enveloped in a murderous aura like pink he exhaled.

The air was freezing cold.

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