"Yes, you..."
Jared froze as he saw the silver mask.
Why on earth is the Facade here!
It was clearly stated that Facade did not accompany her on this Strait trip!
As he thought that, Jared was grabbed by the man again and thrown without any chance to resist.
“Ugh-!”
Kuung-!
A loud, incomparable noise came from Jared as he hit the stone wall. A crack appeared on the stone wall.
The man immediately turned around.
Medea looked at the man walking towards her.
A dreary air. A cold wind. A hazy gray background.
He felt like he was the only one there with color.
It seemed as if a blazing flame was visible behind the man walking towards her.
Medea stared blankly at him until he bent his knees and lowered his head to examine her.
"Medea."
The man's chest rose and fell violently. The fresh blue killing energy was palpable.
It seemed as if the sound of teeth gnashing was coming from somewhere.
He took Medea's hands in both his hands.
When he looked down at her hands, which were cut here and there from holding the shrapnel, his eyes became fierce.
"This, this, this son of a bitch-!"
Jared's sword struck behind his back.
Instead of dodging, Cesare drew his sword and deflected Jared's sword straight at him.
And then he immediately cornered him. So that Jared could not approach Medea anymore.
"Lord, kill me, I'll throw you away, Acarees. I'm different from the person you knew back then!"
Jared ran towards Cesare, screaming.
Blood flowed from his half-shattered head, which had hit the stone wall, into one of his eyes, making him look even more miserable.
Jared's boast was not a lie.
His sword cut and shattered everything it passed through.
However, even with the power of the troll, Jared could not handle Cesare's wrath now.
Chae-ae-aeng-!
Jared dropped his sword. He cried out as he caught his flying wrist...
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Why, why why why!"
They preached the omnipotence of black magic. But why can't I surpass that guy yet?
The mercenaries of the Facade, which had once been like a huge wall, now appeared like pitch-black waves that swallowed everything up.
Cesare's sword still did not stop.
"Ugh-!"
In a flash of light, Jared fell to his knees, his ligaments in both legs torn.
His left shoulder was pierced by Medea's dagger, and his right wrist was cut off by a mercenary.
Now that they've cut off the legs, next up is the neck.
But instead of cutting the man's neck, Cesare grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.
A long trail of blood remained behind Jared as he was dragged by his neck like a dog.
"Why, why..."
You're not going to kill me? Jared's eyes filled with fear for a moment.
It was only when the mercenary of the Facade threw himself before Medea that he realized why.
"Dea."
A subdued, barely affectionate voice called Medea's name.
That was all.
"..."
The atmosphere has changed.
Jared realized his intentions. This was a moment of revenge for the mercenary to personally present to the Princess.
"Yes, yesoooooh!"
"Easy."
A rough hand, as if trying to soothe a child, but also as if it were noisy, shoveled a cloth into Jared's mouth.
Jared should have known that just as he had tried to suppress Medea by borrowing the power of the warlocks, the opposite was also possible.
The fate of the cat and the mouse can be reversed at any time.
"..."
The Princess also seemed to have realized that fact.
The mercenary's large, strong hand covered Medea's white hand. Medea's hand was already holding a dagger.
It was the mithril dagger that had failed to cut Jared's neck just a moment ago.
"Ugh!"
"It's okay. Do whatever you want."
It was unclear who the mercenary's words were directed at.
"Ugh..."
Medea stood before Jared.
Even though she's been back for a lifetime, some things don't change.
Just like Jason, who could not give up his ambition for the throne, Jared, who harbored ill will toward her, was the same.
"You... you won't stop, will you?"
"Eeeeeeeep!"
"Jared."
He struggled but was held back by Medea in front and the mercenaries behind him, and could not move.
The green eyes darkened.
"So do I."
A string.
In contrast to the dull, flat voice, a sharp sword cut into the flesh.
Pfft-
Red drops of blood splattered onto her dress.
It was impossible to read the emotions in the deepening green eyes.
Just a moment ago, Jared wanted to see those eyes broken and bent.
Those hard eyes aren't stabbing me with a knife and filling me with vivid joy!
"Princess, if you enjoyed flirting with the Archduke, what about this guy? Let's talk amongst ourselves without your husband knowing, yes?"
"What will happen if I leave here? Who will slay the evil dragon for you?"
"Eeeeeep!"
"Actually, I wanted to do this back then too."
Medea's soliloquy echoed over Jared's groans.
"Mom, euaaaahhhhhh-!"
"Lian-!"
To you who harassed me and threatened my child.
It wasn't some kind of poison that would end in an instant, but she wanted to tear at his flesh with her own hands and pierce his heart like this.
"Ugh..."
The sight of those red eyes, Increasingly filled with fear, was unfamiliar yet welcome.
Yeah, she guessed maybe this was what she wanted to see.
The moment when Jared's red eyes are filled with the despair of a helpless weakling.
Just as she did. Just as Medea had hoped back then.
The strange joy she feels now, to the point of being vulgar, can only be explained in that way.
"I will never become weak again."
She muttered.
"You will not... take anything away from me again."
The smell of blood seeped through the cracks in the wall.
The darkening green of her eyes now appeared almost black.
"Up to here."
A firm hand, accompanied by a light voice, blocked Medea's vision.
"You don't have to take responsibility for the last one."
Medea's mind, which had been excited by that touch, suddenly calmed down.
"...I, I..."
Even with her stammering voice, a soft voice tickled her ear.
"It's okay. Just close your eyes for a moment."
He snatched the dagger from Medea's hand.
Drops of blood fell, splashing onto the dress.
"Wait here."
"...No."
The moment he tried to get up from his low whisper, Medea urgently grabbed his sleeve.
"... The Emperor has not yet relinquished his title. Are you planning to create a weakness by purchasing the Prince who killed his own General?"
The mercenary paused at those words.
He froze in surprise but soon burst into laughter.
"When did you notice?"
The mercenary on the Facade is Cesare, the first Prince of Katzen?
"...When you saved me from the explosion."
Every time she looked into those clear golden eyes, she felt a slight sense of inexplicable awkwardness, but that was when she became certain that it was the same person.
At a time when the power struggle between Perdiccas I and the First Prince is already in full swing, his murder will become a chain that binds the First Prince's faction.
Knowing that Medea had no choice but to stop Acares, or rather Cesare.
"Medea, you always surpass my expectations."
The sound of the mask being thrown to the floor, accompanied by a faint laugh, echoed throughout the desolate chapel.
"Then, you will remember what I said."
His exposed golden eyes were flashing with some burning emotion. He gently stroked her small cheek with his thumb.
"I am yours. So enjoy it as much as you
want."
"..."
"Your finest sword."
He slowly approached her and placed his lips on Medea's forehead. A warm sensation spread out.
Medea did not reject him.
She couldn't escape the warmth that completely enveloped her, even though it felt strangely suffocating like being wrapped in a snake's coils.
"Wait here, yes?"
Could that be possible?
Medea nodded as if in a trance at the question asked while gently closing her eyes.
The man who briefly held Medea's two hands, which were still shaking slightly as if to comfort her, slowly got up.
This is sooo good, thank you for translating!
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