TCIWTFY - Part 2 Chapter 8

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

"Your Highness, news has arrived from the border. The Knights Templar have reached the border."

Medea let out a short sigh at the news D'Angel delivered.

'Oh, I missed my chance.'

The movement of the Holy Kingdom was too fast.

It had not even been four days since Peleus returned to Valdina, and they had already reached the border.

It seemed like they had been waiting for the Saintess's descent for quite some time.

As soon as the Knights Templar arrive, they will look for Rachel.

If this happens, it will be very difficult for Valdina to avoid responsibility, as there is very little time left to pretend to be either the murder or the disappearance.

'The Imperial Proclamation Ceremony is approaching soon. If we turn the Holy Nation into an enemy while confronting Katzen, it will be disadvantageous for Baldina.'

Medea had no intention of sacrificing the country she had worked so hard to build to avenge her enemy from her past life.

"...Your Highness?"

"You are truly...... lucky."

The dagger's blade disappeared again between the sleeves. Rachel did not notice the swift, stealthy movement under the sleeves.

"...Yes?"

"Your wounds haven't gotten any worse, have they? I'll call the palace doctor again, so rest comfortably. The knights will be arriving at the castle soon, so you need to look good, right?"

Rachel bowed her head slightly.

"I would like to thank Your Highness for your consideration"

"Then."

Click.

The Princess left and the door closed.

At that moment, Rachel, who had been leaning against the wall, slid down and was left completely alone.

All the strength left her body. For some reason, she couldn't stand up. An inexplicable goosebump ran down her spine and took over her entire body.

'Why...?'

There was no sign of a threat anywhere on her clean face.

But while Medea was finishing her work, she was like a wild beast before a wild beast, unable to move.

"Why on earth..."

It was a long time before Rachel came to her senses.

***

Medea opened the door and came out immediately.

Bright sunlight and clear air filled her lungs.

So Medea discovered it a little late.

"Peleus."

She sees her brother leaning against the wall.

"Ah, Rachel's wounds are deeper than I thought, so I think it would be better to ask Sir Hestos to check."

Medea smiled sweetly as she explained the reason for her absence, and turned towards the doctors.

No. She tried to turn it.

"Dea, why did you try to kill that woman?"

If only Peleus' words hadn't caught her.

"Kill her? Brother. What are you talking about?"

Medea shrugged her shoulders and said.

"With the Knights Templar so close, who would think that? Unless you want to be known throughout the continent as the enemy of the Saintess."

Peleus thought about his sister's rational answer.

'If she hadn't heard the news of the arrival of the Knights Templar from D'Angel.'

Would Medea have really answered like that?

"Dea, there's no need to fool me."

Her brother's eyes, which were directed solely at her, were a color clearer than the blue sky.

His sharp blue eyes, which could detect even the slightest bit of darkness, accurately pinpointed Medea's murderous intentions toward Rachel.

"..."

"I will always be on your side. I just want to know why."

It was really out of character for her to be so hostile to a girl who had no common sense, and to ultimately try to take her life.

There was always a just cause and reason behind his sister's actions, which included cold-bloodedly beating up countless other weightlifters, including Claudio.

Medea's sharp sword was never pointed at the innocent.

"..."

Instead of facing her brother, Medea quietly lowered her eyes.

"If there is no reason?"

"There's no way you would do that."

Medea raised the corners of her lips slightly in mockery at Peleus' confident answer.

"Peleus, what if there really is no reason?"

"Dea."

"What if I simply cannot exist under the same sky as that woman? Would you still understand me?"

The cool voice sounded cold.

Peleus swallowed his surprise at Medea's question.

Beneath her pale face and her pretended indifference, it seemed as if he glimpsed the abyss his sister had been hiding all along.

"Dea, what on earth happened? Was there anything else, anyone else besides Claudio, that was bothering you?"

"..."

Medea did not answer. No, she could not answer.

This favor was also a mistake that arose from her foolishness, and her brother Peleus was a victim of her own mistake.

So, this responsibility must be borne by Medea alone from beginning to end.

It is not a burden that can be shared with anyone, especially not with Peleus.

It was a karma that she alone had to bear.

"Nothing..."

Medea swallowed a silent breath.

"It's nothing. I was just joking."

Beneath her faint smile, she hid the sharp fragments of her past life.

The scars left by her memories seemed to scream silently.

"Dea, you..."

"I'm going back now. I'm a little tired because I was out and about since early morning."

Medea turned around with a gentle smile. Peleus did not stop her.

That was fortunate.

If her brother had caught her, she barely maintained her composure and might have been shattered.

'Don't worry, Peleus, I will finish this with my own hands.'

Even if it was peace as fragile as ice that would soon break, it would be meaningful if it did not involve her brother in her petty revenge.

***

Cottage house at the Royal Palace of Valdina.

The Duke and Duchess Claudio, who once ruled this place, fell into a terrible tumble.

But the cottage house still boasted an interior that was so splendid that it would have been second to none in the palace.

Rachel bit her lip as she sat in front of the dressing table.

Even after returning to the cottage house, which was completely her space, the goosebumps running down her back did not go away.

A beautiful woman's image was reflected in a large wooden mirror.

"Why was I... afraid of the princess?"

As she recalled the moment when they were alone together, her heart started pounding without her knowing it. Rachel took a deep breath.

But the Princess didn't threaten her or try to kill her. Still, she felt ashamed of herself for not being able to let her guard down.

Rachel bit her lip. She looked like a cow trembling in fear at the sight of a predator.

"Wake up. Don't be afraid."

Rachel spoke to the beautiful woman she saw in the mirroг.

"Because soon she will be afraid of you, not you."

Srrrr.

The bandages Medea had wrapped around her arm came undone, revealing a hideous, red, split wound where her flesh was torn apart.

Rachel put her hand over the wound, and a black spot in the shape of a goat's horn appeared on her palm.

At that moment, the air stirred as if it were twisted.

Saaaa-

The hideous mass of blood that had clung to the wound was sucked into the horn-shaped goat. The black goat devoured the mass of blood in an instant like a greedy ogre and disappeared without a sound.

"..."

Rachel ran her hand through her arm. Her arm reflected in the mirror was white and smooth as if it had never been injured.

"Ahahaha, ahahahahal"

Rachel let out a small laugh, grimacing at the pounding headache.

"See? Who am I afraid of?"

She looked down at her palm, where the goat had disappeared.

Healing, miracles, the power of God.

The power that continental people so desire and respect is in her hands.

"Whether this is real power or not, what does it matter? I am the chosen one."

Rachel thought of the Princess.

Those endlessly arrogant eyes as if something like that didn't even reach the tip of her toes.

"Medea... Oh, Medea."

The oppressive feeling seemed to weigh on her shoulders and radiated from her whole body.

"You know? The reason you can ignore me like that is because I haven't taken anything from you yet."

She had to bend her knees and look like a frightened beast underneath it all.

"But you have been so ungrateful that you have not realized it, so it is time to tell you."

If things had gone according to plan.

All that fine lineage, the affection of her family, the loyalty of her subjects, and the love of her people should have been Rachel's, hers.

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