He knows for sure that dreams and reality are different.
But Jason could not understand the reason for the inexplicable resentment that kept welling up in him every time he saw Medea in her guise.
Medea paused.
Her fingertips trembled and her delicate eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
'I had a dream.'
A dream of Jason and Medea together. No, It is a truth that once existed.
Somehow she felt like she knew without even hearing it.
What does he see in that dream? What memories does he recall?
"I love you, Medea. I am you, and you are me. We are one body.""
At that time, he seemed like the only savior who could pull her out of her lonely reality.
"If I become Emperor, you will stand by my side, and our child will rule the empire."
Medea liked the future she was drawing with Jason, so she didn't mind giving him anything.
"..."
Medea opened her eyes again.
At the same time, the memories that had been floating around her were mercilessly shattered.
Medea stared at Jason with an ecstatic expression. A strange light shone in her green eyes.
'Goddess. Are you testing me?'
She wonders how long she can keep earning interest.
"Sometimes, Your Highness makes me powerless over what I have endured so much."
"...Sir, are you having that dream too? Can you understand me?"
Jason's face brightened as he interpreted Medea's words as he pleased.
"It's a shame about the children. But since you're here, you won't be lonely. That's fortunate."
The face of Emperor Jason was superimposed on the smooth face, which was completely covered in gray.
Even those cold eyes that looked down at her as she cried, holding her daughter's bloody pouch.
"Farewell, Medea. Your deeds will be remembered deeply by me."
The vision was blurry.
She understood in her head that she was increasingly becoming distant from reality, that her sense of reason was fading, but her heart could not accept it.
'What are you waiting for? He's right in front of you.'
A dark voice whispered seductively.
'The opportunity is now.'
At that moment, an intense killing desire spurred her on.
The fact that Jason was a member of the royal family of Katzen and that this was a continental festival where ambassadors from various countries gathered could not stop the burning impulse.
It was as if a red flame of hatred was blocking her eyes.
Just then, the sword hanging from his waist caught her eye.
Medea stretched out her hand toward Jason.
'Three steps.'
In her head, she drew his sword and calculated the trajectory she would take to grab Jason and stab him in the heart.
"Jason..."
"...!"
When his name was called, Jason unconsciously took a step towards Medea in overflowing joy.
'Two steps.'
Now there is only one step left.
It was the moment when Medea took her last step and reached out her hand.
"If you block the road, it will be bitter."
A soft movement gripped her wrist, and a black light covered Medea's front.
"Huh!"
At the same time, Jason was thrown far away by a huge force that struck his side. The sudden shock made him feel numb.
"In this crowded place with so many people. Huh?"
"Cesare-! What are you doing!"
He had no idea how or what he had been hit with, and soon he found Cesare and his face distorted.
"What are you doing? I'm just trying to save my brother from trouble. Katzen's greeting is so disorganized."
It's a national disgrace.
The tone of voice was friendly, but somehow the slow tone seemed to be putting Jason on edge.
At the same time, he lightly tapped Medea's wrist, which was held behind his back, twice and then left...
"..."
It was a small touch, but it was enough to bring Medea back to her senses.
As she took a step back and took a breath, Cesare bent down as if to support Jason.
"Get-up-"
"Aren't you the Emperor's dog? Then you should only bark when you are told."
A whisper so low that only Jason could hear it.
"Your arrogance is sky-high, Cesare. Do you think the whole world is at your feet? I am the ambassador His Majesty has ordered-"
"Therefore."
Cesare shrugged. He bent down slightly and met Jason's eyes.
"Let's stop here. If the hunting dog gets caught wagging its tail somewhere else, won't it be a problem?"
He nodded behind him.
There was a chamberlain there watching over Jason, a reminder that he was still under the Emperor's watch.
"It's none of your business. Throw away your useless advice."
Jason glared at Cesare with a pale face.
'It was the first time she approached me.'
Jason hated the First Prince for interrupting at that crucial time and wasting the opportunity.
It was as if smoke was escaping from his palm. Jason's eyes burned red.
"Medea, I-"
"Older brother."
The moment Jason spoke her name, his golden eyes glowed darkly.
"Did what I said sound like advice to you?"
Jason stopped in his tracks at the sharp energy that brushed his neck, unlike the faint smile that flowed. There was not even a hint of laughter in Cesare golden eyes.
"..."
Jason frowned and tightened his eyebrows.
He felt like his ribs were being crushed by the tiresome warnings from his gaze.
At this moment, he looked back in his head to see if there was any behavior that upset him. Is it the instinct of the weak to submit to the strong?
"..."
At the same time, his head recalled the
presence of Medea, who was now behind Cesare.
He bit his lip and tried to control his voice.
"Princess. I'm sorry for being rude. Let's talk about what we didn't finish next time."
"..."
"Let go. I'll go on my own two feet."
And then, roughly shaking off the hand of the knight of the first Prince standing behind him, Jason finally left the place.
"..."
'She must be seeing this shabby sight.'
His back felt as hot as fire. Jason clenched his fists.
It was the first time he hated that damn cousin so much for not even giving him a chance to save face in front of the woman he had in his heart.
But at the same time, Jason felt it deep in his bones.
The positions of Medea and him, have changed so much over the past three years.
Medea was now the Princess of the Valdina Empire, and he was nothing more than a fallen member of the royal family, living as the Emperor's dog and being driven out by the first Prince's single gaze.
With every step Jason took, shame and anxiety surged up inside him, and his sense of wretchedness gripped his toes.
***
Medea saw Jason leaving.
From the way he tried to stand up straight, she could tell what emotions.
Because it was the same color as the feelings Medea had felt for him in her past life.
Jason may not have been wrong when he said that they were connected.
'Jason. Now it is your turn to be mine.'
Although no one intended or desired it, a place was created where everyone came to understand each other's positions.
But it's not over yet.
'Feel more.'
The moment when love fades away, the moment when sacrifice is betrayed, the moment when in the end there is no one or nothing left by your side.
The moment the flames were about to flare up again in the calm green eyes, knock. knock.
A faint, light movement tapped her and disappeared.
"Just as there is a weight to an incident, so too is the use of a person."
A cool, rich voice whispering softly tickled her ears.
"If there are beings as precious as a treasure, there are those for whom even the dust rolling on the floor is more than enough."
"What are you talking about-"
The tone of his speech was affectionate as if he was teaching a child. Regardless of the form, the content was actually sharp.
"I am informing Your Highness that my brother's life is not so important."
Medea looked up in surprise.
Support Novellate!
Comments
Post a Comment