D'Angel face distorted.
He lifted the carpet, and three of four pieces of paper lying under the carpet fluttered in the recoil. The number of pieces was small, but the content was not.
"This is the migration route that the Agemas took from the plains to the royal palace."
The air in the cottage house became even colder.
The soldiers's movement route was confidential information that could completely turn the tide of the war. The Agemas's spirit was further heightened by the shocking fact that even King Peleus's movements had been exposed.
Rachel's face turned pale.
Why is this random map suddenly appearing here?
"I, I don't know. I've never seen anything like this before! I don't even know why it's here..."
At that moment, Neril, who had been silently watching the situation, pointed out.
"Rachel's hometown is the Orpheus Mountains."
Only then did the Valdinians remember. That was the area on the border of Valdina and Katzen, and it was once a land ruled by Katzen.
The implication was clear.
The ambiguous origins of the Saintess of Valdina, whose origins cannot be confirmed. And Katzen, who is keeping Valdina in check more than anyone else.
"Ah. Now everything is becoming clear."
Beginning with Sissair's mocking admiration, those gathered there began to think that the Saintess was trying to smear Valdina at the instigation of Katzen.
"Your Highness, did you expect thus?"
Neril, who had been watching the situation in confusion, turned to Medea and asked.
That question was brought to mind.
After hearing Rachel's origin, the Princess's reaction was unusually cold.
'You already knew it! That something like this would happen.'
"Your Highness, really..."
D'Angel swallowed his admiration at Medea's near-prophetic insight.
There were also priests of the Holy Land here. If he were to show off Medea's near-prophetic insight in front of them and arouse unnecessary interest, his master would not forgive him.
"Oh, no. I'm innocent. Please believe me..."
And Medea, who had been quietly watching all this, turned her gaze to Rachel, who was at a loss.
Rachel's eyes, which were usually relaxed, were filled with confusion and shook as if she didn't know what to do.
'Rachel, this is Valdina. You should have known.'
Even if you intercepted the chess piece, the board itself was in my hands from the beginning.
In her previous life, Medea was defeated in a duel with Empress Rachel of Katzen.
It was all too clear what kind of result a Princess from a defeated nation, who was not even recognized as an Empress or a title, would get in a power struggle.
But this time it's different.
Valdina is her homeland, her land.
Medea had already seen through Rachel's plan through her eyes.
Even when she buried a dead rat, and even when she stole her dagger through Anji.
"Your Highness, I am suspicious. Isn't this what the Holy Nation was aiming for from the beginning?"
"What are you talking about! We never asked for this, and how could we..."
Paul, too, was covered in cold sweat and blushing at the unbelievable truth.
Medea walked kindly in front of Rachel. Her pace was neither too slow nor too fast, the hem of her dress flowing gracefully, and it was no different from when she had been accused of being the culprit of the curse just a moment ago.
"Of course, I don't think you had a reason. However, if you are to bear the reputation of a Saintess, you must be more careful with your words and even your small actions from now on."
Medea's words of forgiveness to Rachel actually turned her into a complete stranger.
"..."
The Agemas's gaze was sharp as they looked at Rachel, who was biting the flesh inside her cheek. The Agemas were wary of her, making the efforts she had poured in so far while risking life and death seem meaningless.
After the trust was broken, every action Rachel took was suspicious.
Medea turned around.
"Your Eminence, I do not expect an apology for your rudeness. However, I ask that you clearly state the Holy Nation's position on today's events."
In her calm voice, there was no trace of anger toward Paul, who had been beating her up until now.
That's why it was even more intense. The Princess's words meant that she would officially record the disgrace he and the Saintess had shown today.
How low would your authority be within the Holy Land? And what of the Saintess who should be praised for the majesty of her representative!
Paul's heart felt like it was burning.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness. This old man had spoken out of turn..."
"Don't worry. I trust that His Holiness, in place of the High Priest, will provide sufficient explanation."
Paul's eyes darkened at Medea's continued threats.
So the Saintess and the Knight Templar were forced to flee Valdina as if they were being chased.
No one in Valdina saw them off.
Paul had no time to blame their presumptuous harbingers for his mounting shame and his worry about what might happen next.
"Saintess, why did you act so rashly? If you wanted to do something, you should have waited until we arrived."
Rachel almost exploded with anger at a reprimand that sounded like a reprimand for a reckless child.
Could I have ever predicted that the situation would turn around and I would be the one being framed?
'Fake daggers and maps, is it all that Medea's doing?'
But Rachel couldn't even look at Medea to confirm her suspicions.
Because the Agemas were now glaring at her as if they were dealing with a ghoul from the plains.
Peleus completely turned his back on Rachel and hid his sister from her as if he did not want Rachel to even look at her.
All the effort Rachel had put into them for half a year had gone to waste.
Rachel wanted to scream with rising anger because not only had Medea's family and land been taken away, but the entire palace had been turned into enemies.
She clenched her teeth and tried to suppress her anger, her eyes filling with tears.
Now, don't forget that the only one who can solve this situation is the old High Priest in front of her.
"I'm sorry. I was stupid."
Her frail appearance reminded Paul that before her awakening she had been a young girl wandering the plains.
'Yes, she was too young and mature to understand the subtle power relationship between the continents. From now on, we must assist the Saintess well.'
She is innocent and beautiful, but she is gullible and easily falls for the trick of the wicked.
"We will sacrifice our lives to safely escort the Saintess to the temple."
The Commander of Knights Templar also prostrated himself before Rachel and kissed her feet.
This was originally a ritual that should have been performed as soon as Rachel was seen. It was delayed a little due to a series of unexpected events, but their polite attitude remained unchanged.
However, the endless respect and overwhelming emotion towards the Siantess that filled his heart when he entered the border of Valdina had long since subsided.
On the way out to the palace, the voices of people on the street could be heard chattering through the thin walls of the carriage.
"Is that all if you're a Saintess? You've lived a hard life, and now that you're on top of people's minds, you don't have anything to show for it, do you?"
"How dare you try to slander Her Highness the Princess! The people of the Holy Kingdom are no different! Can't you priests tell right from wrong?"
What happened at the cottage house had already spread widely among the Valdinians in the capital.
When the Valdinians heard that news, they could not contain their anger.
"Lok, hey, hey, he's Knight Templar..."
"So you don't just curse with words! You should be thankful that we don't pour shit water on the carriage like those Claudio guys!"
When have the Knights Templar ever been so openly insulted? Even when they had only come to fetch the Saintess.
How could anyone have predicted that the short bird, the Saintess, would fall for Katzen's tricks and put on an unacceptable show?
The commander of the Templars sighed and looked at the Saintess in the carriage.
"Saintess, please remember. From the moment this carriage leaves, you are neither Katzenian nor a Cntinentaler, but only a servant of the Goddess. You must abandon your nationality, your memories, and your people."
"..."
"Saintess."
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