"I've been wondering since the last celebration, what on earth happened that made them so hostile?"
The people were shaken by the meaningful words spoken by the Emperor of Valdina.
Paul held back his anger. RacheI's beautiful face also turned pale.
But she is the one who saved the Emperor, so is it really necessary to embarrass her like this in front of everyone?
She smiled sadly.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty. The High Priest only wishes for peace between our two countries."
"I understand. Of course, I have no doubt that the Saintess would agree. Dea. Let's go."
Leaving behind a word that sounded somewhat sarcastic, Peleus wrapped his arm around the shoulders of his beloved sister and left.
It's as if the awkward atmosphere that remains is something that the Holy Nation should take responsibility for.
"Saintess, I'm sorry. I made the situation worse by saying something unnecessary."
"No. The High Priest did his best. The Goddess herself gave her blood and flesh many times to humans who rejected her will in the distant past."
Rachel smiled softly.
"So what if my opinion is misunderstood for a moment?"
"How wise and generous you are, yet they are so foolish and unworthy of your favor!"
Paul was amazed and proud, but he didn't know that Rachel was really upset.
The warlocks said that the Emperor of Valdina would be badly injured today.
So tonight she tried to save Peleus once again and establish her role as a savior.
Rachel threw the plan out the window.
As she bit her lip, the unhealed wound burst open, and a strong smell of blood rose into her mouth.
'Yes. Do whatever you want.'
Rachel stared at the back of Peleus as he walked away. She even saw the back of Medea, whom he was protecting.
Family. That girl's one and only family.
'If it's something that can't be taken away.:
It would have been better to just break it.
***
"Dea. I'll be back in a bit. I'll leave D'Angel behind."
Peleus insisted that D'Angel should escort Medea as if he were leaving his sister among a pack of lynxes.
"Have you forgotten that this is Valdina? Neril and Agema are also here."
Medea shook her head. Where is the captain of the guard who has left the Emperor's side?
'D'Angel must stay by Peleus' side. There's no telling how the plan might go awry.'
Even though she had made all preparations, Medea did not forget even a glimmer of possibility.
Besides, if D'Angel is around, he might try to interfere with her plans.
D'Angel is the captain of the Valdina Imperial Guard. Unlike Neril, who always takes Medea's orders first, he is free to take independent action.
"Go quickly, Peleus. You'll be late."
Medea urged Peleus on, watching the attendant stamping his feet in the distance.
"Yes, Your Majesty. We will serve Her Highness the Princess well."
Despite Agema's definite answer, Peleus frowned slightly as if he was not reassured.
"Yes. I'll be back soon."
He nodded, then suddenly raised his head. Then he stared at the people watching the two siblings.
The young servants flinched at the sharp warning from the young Emperor.
After Peleus left, Medea gave a message to the Agemas who were burning their eyes.
"Don't escort me too obviously. After all, today is not a day to show off the continental empire of St. Augustine and the majesty of Valdina."
Even if they create a sense of discord, it will only increase the number of enemies in Valdina.
Now was the time to lower their eyes and claim to be their friends.
"Your Highness, do you remember me? I met you at the banquet a few days ago. I am Norfolk of the Kingdom of Sonia."
Despite Peleus's clear warning, when he left, they approached Medea one by one, hesitantly.
"Of course, Lord Norfolk. I heard that Sonia's specialty is vodka, and it would be nice if we could showcase it at the Continental."
Medea smiled, uncharacteristic of her.
When the noble Princess responded gently, they were unable to come to their senses. Their faces quickly turned red and they mumbled without making eye contact.
"Oh, of course. If this could be an opportunity to open the door to trade with Valdina, we could not ask for anything more, no, it would be perfect, no..."
Medea smiled slightly.
Vodka, which is made primarily from grain, is produced mainly in cold climates. Through trade, Valdina could also find a way to utilize the harsh north.
"I'm sure Sir Sissair would know better. Neril, guide the Duke."
"Yes? I, I would rather have Your Highness..."
"I will serve you."
With a somewhat awkward tone of speech, Norfolk was led away by Neril's guidance.
Medea was a little bewildered by the fact that the envoys from each country were more immature than she had expected, but she sent them to the right places.
"Sir Gilliforth is an expert on weapons. Oh, you're right over there Martin. Please introduce him to Sir Gilliforth."
"Ah, ah, yes. Thank you. Your Highness. But if it's not too much trouble, would you like to have a chat with me before that's..."
"Your Grace. Can't you see that the Marquis is already waiting over there? He's even motioning for you to come quickly."
"Yes, yes?"
Even after that, there were countless people who were pushed away by the Agemas and disappeared without being able to hide their regret.
'Wasn't your intention in approaching me for the sake of the country?'
Medea, who had been hesitating, suddenly realized.
Eyes that keep meeting. Reddened cheeks. Fingertips that don't know what to do.
Today is St. Augustine's Night, a day when young men and women seek out the lovers of the century.
She realized a little too late that she was also one of those bright-eyed, sparkling young women.
Medea burst out laughing.
Unfortunately, those pink emotions had long since worn away and dried up inside her.
'Maybe I was like that too."
In their appearance, Medea instead saw the past.
Was it that visible? Was it that easy to use?
"...Your Highness the Princess?"
"I'm sorry. but It seems a bit too much, so we'll have to wait until next time. Neril, help me up."
Medea erased her thoughts.
"Ah... Well, then please rest comfortably. I'm sorry."
People did not dare to say anything more to the polite farewell order that said that she had no more thoughts. They soon left, unable to hide their regretful expressions.
"Your Highness, are you alright?"
Neril, who had Medea seated on a beautiful chair prepared at the edge of the temple, looked at her with concern.
"Yeah. I just made an excuse to end the conversation."
She managed to catch a glimpse of darkness across her master's face.
"Don't worry about me. By the way, I don't see the fox. It's time to put the rabbit in the hole and come back."
Meanwhile, Medea glanced around the room and calmly pointed out.
"Yes, I will look into it now."
Neril nodded.
"Yeah, you know? There shouldn't be any variables today."
Medea left alone, looked up at the altar where Peleus was to give his speech a little later.
The gorgeous stained glass on the ceiling filled the space with a variety of colors.
A huge stone statue behind the central altar caught her attention.
The gray statue of the goddess stood firm, absorbing all the colorful light from the stained glass.
It seemed as if the majesty of the Lord, both benevolent and strong was flowing out.
Medea stared blankly at the statue of the goddess.
At that moment, suddenly, there was a noise from the side. It seemed like the escort who had left earlier to bring something to drink had returned.
"Leave it there. I don't have any thoughts right now."
"..."
There was no answer. The lingering noise of someone not leaving the seat was annoying.
Medea raised her head. And then she paused.
His brown hair, reflecting the light from the stained glass, appeared blood red.
"...Mede, no, Princess."
The man tried to say her name, but then quickly changed his address.
The owner of the dry, choked voice was Jason.
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