"You mean there is no need for me to dirty my precious hands? Especially today, when the slopes of Valdina will be long and lingering?"
A faint wrinkle appeared between his handsome eyebrows as if he did not understand.
He knew that Medea had just tried to kill his cousin, and even if she had, It seemed as if it didn't matter.
"If you just open your mouth, people are waiting to thrust their swords at him instead. Why don't you use them?"
On the contrary, the tone of her words seemed to have hurt the First Prince's feelings about the fact that Medea had tried to deal with him herself.
The generous lips still did not hide their displeasure.
Despite her surprise, Medea recognized the validity of his point. At the proclamation of Valdina's empire, the joy of a continental festival that would never be repeated, she almost spilled that worthless bastard's blood.
However, it was surprising and awkward that the person with whom this conversation was taking place was Jason's blood relative and first Prince, Cesare.
Although this was her first time facing him at this proclamation ceremony, Medea knew the true nature of Cesare, the first Prince of Katzen, quite well.
No, she thought she knew.
Born to conquer and reign.
He stands on the top and looks down. So he stands on parallel lines that will never touch himself.
"Your Highness, even a sword will rust if you don't use it."
"Your Highness, please refrain from using such excessive titles."
If Perdiccas II heard that his son was treating the Princess of Valdina, an enemy country, with such courtesy, he would probably be furious.
The affectionate attitude of the man who had been pressuring Jason without any reason earlier kept going beyond her expectations.
'Were you that grateful that I saved you from your terminal condition?"
But Medea knew.
That he should not accept without reservation the kindness she is offering, just because she is the savior of the first Prince.
Because if you lose your mind for a moment, he'll bite your neck off, just like so many other big shots who fell before him.
"... I would like to express my gratitude again for the kindness shown by the First Prince."
Medea bowed her head slightly and greeted him, pretending not to notice him. She buried the details of her interactions with the First Prince to the public.
She understood his point, but that was as far as the help she received went.
This was the line she drew, and it was also the line that had to be drawn between Valdina and Katzen.
The first Prince also seemed to understand the meaning and paused.
How will he react? Will he be angry that I ignored his kindness, or will he try to demand something new?
Their eyes met.
The first Prince's golden eyes were like a brilliant sun or a whirlpool of a devil that swallowed everything up.
At that moment, a breathy laughter leaked out between the well-shaped lips.
Only when her eyes narrowed into a round shape did Medea realize that the First Prince was smiling?
"Your Highness, you need not fear me. Just think about how to wield this new weapon."
"..."
"Even if I say it like this, you won't believe me anyway."
He left with a flawless example.
It was a light breakup, but the aftertaste he left behind was not.
All the afterimages Jason left behind were pushed away by his presence.
Medea swallowed a sigh.
'What kind of... person is the first Prince of Katzen?'
In her past life, she felt as if all her judgments about the man she had heard so much about, Cesare Dwisler Katzen, were wrong.
***
Ding. Ding. Ding.
The temple bell rang three times.
"Go to your seat!"
"Let's get started!"
It was the time when the ceremony to pray for the safety of the continental festival began. The continental festival was a festival, but it was also a week of prayer to honor the saints.
This ceremony will conclude with five days and nights of prayers to St. Augustine.
In this continental ceremony, Peleus, who presided over the ceremony on behalf of the Pope, ascended the altar.
Instead of the Emperor's crown, he wore a laurel wreath on his head and wore white ceremonial clothes, so he looked like a true member of a holy nation.
"God, let our names arise from your fountain, and let them guard our Journey from death to life, from darkness to your wonderful light."
From the silver cup he tilted, blue holy water flowed out and soaked the flowers decorating the continental table.
"Let me protect you!"
"Let me protect you!"
The people shouted together.
His refined movements, silver hair reflecting the light, and his noble features in white robes had the power to arouse people's faith.
High Priest Paul was dismayed at the ceremony being conducted with more zeal than that of the Holy Father.
"Why do I feel like I'm seeing His Holiness the Pope?"
"Hey, you. Stop talking nonsense and pray quickly! All the good energy will fly away!"
At that time, the festival atmosphere was still in full swing inside the temple.
Push-shu-!
"What, what?!"
Flames rose simultaneously from the pillars supporting the temple.
"What's the fire Is there smoke coming out of there now?"
As people looked around in confusion, someone with a keen eye muttered.
"Performance?"
At that moment, bang!
An explosion occurred behind the altar.
"Your Majesty!"
"Protect His Majesty!"
The Agemas ran towards Peleus. Only then did the people realize the gravity of the situation.
Then again, bang, bang!
As if to urge them on, continuous explosions were heard from all over the temple.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!"
"Gyaaaaah-!"
"Ahh!"
Everyone inside the hall started running out towards the entrance in panic.
They were desperate to escape from the crashing debris.
But Medea remained motionless as if nailed to the ground. Her green eyes scanned the rapidly collapsing altar.
'Where is Samon?'
Did he run away?
Her fine brow furrowed. There was still some time left before the final explosion that would shatter her insides.
'I have to make sure.'
Medea grabbed the arrow in her sleeve. If her plan had failed, she planned to kill him right then and there.
It didn't matter to Medea that the aftereffects of the explosion would reach her too.
She was confident she could deal with Samon and get herself out before the final explosion.
'Even if I get hurt a little, it's not so bad.
If it was an incident where even the Princess was affected, no one would dare suspect Valdina as the culprit.'
Medea's green eyes turned deep like a hunter preparing for the hunt.
'Samon. You must fall down here.'
It was absolutely necessary to break the most dangerous and sole focal point of the current Claudio family.
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