Even though many years had passed, the black demon he had encountered several times while suppressing the Demon Wave was an entity that was hard to erase from his mind.
"First Prince? Are you talking about the First Prince of Katzen?"
"That guy is the First Prince? The demon of war?"
The crowd was in an uproar.
Who? Who is that crazy heretic who just destroyed the statue of the goddess and confronted the Knights Templar?
They doubted their ears.
News about the First Prince of Katzen is the hottest potato on the continent.
It was the same when he was terminally ill, and when he was resurrected and returned to the empire.
Surprisingly, such a person has now appeared at the celebration of Valdina's proclamation of the Empire. And in the most unexpected of ways and actions.
The first Prince raised the corners of his mouth as if to say that was the correct answer.
Meanwhile, Paul's eyes almost popped out.
"That crazy guy is the 'first' Prince of Kazen!"
However, since it was said by the commander of the Knights Templar who had once allied with Katzen and gone to war on the continent, it must have been true.
Paul gritted his teeth.
'I said I wasn't afraid of the consequences.'
Who but the Black Devil of Katzen would dare to act so presumptuously in front of these numerous Saintess?
"First Prince... Your Highness, the Saintess was almost injured. And what was the reason you damaged the sacred statue of the Goddess?"
Paul tried to suppress his anger and said to him.
"You should give a proper explanation. You should know that destroying a statue of a goddess is a serious crime and is considered heresy."
"Yes?"
The first Prince raised his eyebrows as if in surprise.
"You can't break a statue while ignoring the blood flowing from its eyes? The moment you ignore the tears of the goddess, you are also denying the existence of that statue. Isn't it heresy to disregard the will of the goddess?"
"First Prince-!"
"It's strange. Who on earth does the Holy Nation represent? A God? A human?"
Paul was momentarily speechless at the blunt question that hit the nail on the head.
"That, that is..."
"Yes. That's already been answered."
He took a step forward without hesitation. It seemed as if he had no intention of hearing an answer in the first place.
The crowd listening to the conversation between the two also felt doubtful.
"The First Prince's words are not wrong. The way High Priest is acting right now is a bit strange. It's a blessing that the Goddess has given us a revelation after a long time, but instead of being happy about it, he's trying to deny it unconditionally."
"Why would you? There's only one reason, you little shit. Don't look over there!"
The muttering grew louder and louder.
The overwhelming presence of the First Prince instilled a strange sense of confidence in the crowd.
After successfully dropping Rachel into the pit prepared by Medea, the first Prince covered it with a lid.
"Wait a minute. We can't just let this go."
Rachel chewed the flesh inside her cheek silently. She hadn't given up yet.
"As a Saintess, I cannot stand by and watch Valdina pretend to be a goddess and cause chaos on the continent."
"Saintess."
Medea responded calmly. She would not allow Rachel any room to retreat.
"You are no longer a young girl who used to wander the plains. As you said, you represent the temple, and even the goddess and the holy nation. So you must be careful with your words."
Medea looked at the priests, not Rachel.
"When this moment is recorded and made known to future generations, will the Holy Nation be able to bear that shame?"
As if to remind them that in the distant future, the responsibility for the history created by this fleeting moment lies with them, not the Saintess.
"..."
Rachel's face flushed at the stabbing comment.
Medea adjusted her white gloves.
People thought of that appearance. One day, she bravely fought the fourth Princess of Katzen.
What was the result?
The Fourth Princess, who had been a powerful nation, suffered two crushing defeats, and Katzen was forced to pay double the tribute in return for the bet.
"We at Valdina will not tolerate two instances of rudeness."
Rachel took a step back at the calm warning on the day.
Then, she realized that she had stepped back without realizing it and bit the flesh inside her mouth.
'Damn it, this can't go on like this...'
After Medea contradicts Rachel, the flow she led is broken by the bleeding goddess statue.
Then, the first Prince of Katzen branded the goddess as someone who did not agree with the Saintess's words.
'I am a Saintess. The one and only Saintess who has appeared on this continent in hundreds of years.'
Rachel tried to repeat it, but her mouth was completely dry.
She sensed a gleam of suspicion in the eyes of those who held RacheI up as the Goddess' representative.
Rachel could not tolerate the slight cracks in her faith in the Saintess, which seemed to be unchanging at the moment, but should have been absolute.
"Your Highness the First Prince."
So she bravely caught the first Prince.
Having grown up among the black magicians, she had yet to feel it in her own skin. The reason why the people here were afraid of the First Prince.
"The Goddess does not forgive those who distort her will. Don't you fear her wrath, Prince?"
The first Prince slowly turned his head.
"The Saintess is diligent in studying the doctrine."
He had neither the intention nor the need to deal with the Saintess.
Even if she was called a Saintess or had great powers, it didn't matter to him. After all, there was only one being he believed in.
For a moment, his golden eyes, filled with heat, brushed past Medea.
Rachel, not knowing why the Prince's mood had temporarily softened, grumbled and reached out her hand again.
"I am a Saintess! You can't treat me like this...!"
At that moment, the golden eyes filled with life stared coldly at Rachel.
She couldn't move as if she was wrapped in a snake's web.
"Sa, Saintess. This, this way..."
"Your Eminence, there is still much to teach him."
The High Priest was unable to refute the arrogant admonition of the first Prince, who treated the Saintess like a clumsy child.
Is it Katzen's power, or the power of the First Prince himself?
'It's hot, it's hot.'
The onlookers were shocked.
What is clear is that the High Priest, who should have been venting his anger like before, while citing the majesty of the Holy Nation, has backed down.
The first Prince walked away, leaving the High Priest and the Saintess speechless.
Step, step.
The man crossed the banquet hall, which was enveloped in silence. The attention of countless people was focused solely on the First Prince.
They could not help but fear and be in awe of the man who had suddenly overwhelmed the crowd.
The demon of war, the black beast.
His notoriety in the world didn't tell you that he was a very handsome man.
His black hair was as glossy as ebony, and his strong jawline exuded the grace of a statue carefully combed by a God.
But what caught their attention was not his outstanding appearance, which seemed to be a reincarnation of the sun God Apollo. It was not his broad, strong shoulders, nor his slender body like a black panther.
There was a strange atmosphere coming from him.
A leisurely gait, a slacker attitude.
The leisurely aura emanating from the First Prince seemed to let people's guard down.
But if you let your guard down, there was a sense of precariousness that that composure might flash and make you choke.
Like a statue of a goddess shattered into pieces under his hands.
If Peleus was like cold ice, Cesare, the first Prince, was like the blazing sun...
But the problem was that even if the heat from the sun cooked your flesh and blinded you, you wouldn't notice.
He reached the Valdina royal family in one breath, with a pace that was neither too slow nor too fast.
The corners of his lips, which were absentmindedly shut, held a faint smile as if he was smiling or not.
He was extremely arrogant as if he had the world at his feet, but people could not deny that even that suited him suffocatingly well.
"Cesare, Cesare, how are you here? My uncle has appointed me as the representative of this delegation."
No matter how much people swallowed their shock and amazement, they were no match for Jason. His red eyes were wide open as if they would pop out at any moment.
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