"So why did you betray me!"
Did the dagger pierce his chest first, or did the blood flow from the corner of his mouth first?
Samon staggered and stumbled. Marieu twisted her wrist and pulled out the dagger. Blood spurted everywhere.
And then poof again.
"This time, you're going to abandon me again by clinging to the Saintess? No, Samon. You'll never abandon me again."
Marieu shook her head, the corners of her lips widening in a smirk, and swung her arms mercilessly.
A stiff body, unmoving limbs.
Marieu poured out all her anger on the body of the poisoned Samon.
"Let's die together, darling. Like the lovers of the century who die at the same time on the same day."
"Ugh, ugh, ugh..."
Covered in blood, Samon couldn't even answer properly.
The promising young Duke Claudio, inherited the royal bloodline and aimed for the top of the country.
The man who boasted of extraordinary talent and ambition was now being torn apart without even an ounce of resistance.
He was pierced by the woman he had ignored the most, the woman he had considered to be nothing more than a speck of dust on the tip of his toe.
It was a very shabby ending compared to the grand ambitions he had longed for.
"Yes, just like your mother. It was a beautiful ending, wasn't it? It was more than enough for a beast like you, wasn't it?"
"Huh, huh, huh...!"
Samon could only clutch his puffed-out chest and breathe heavily.
The numerous deep scars were so gruesome that it was surprising he was still alive.
Then Marieu raised her dagger.
"I apologize to our baby. Sincerely, with you."
She thought her eyes, which had no trace of life's foolishness, were momentarily hazy.
Oh my god.
Marieu collapsed into the blood-splattered place...
“Gyaaaah!”
Someone's scream echoed through the hallway ceiling.
But most people couldn't even breathe properly at the brutal scene unfolding before their eyes.
They were frozen in shock and didn't know what to do.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
The priests roughly approached the wall of people surrounding Marieu and Samon.
As the crowd retreated, the bloody and gruesome scene became more clearly visible.
"She lost her breath."
The priest who confirmed Marieu shook his head.
"This one, he is still alive!"
One Samon Claudius survived this time too, by the grace of God.
But.
"Come on, doctor, no, no, he's going to get better! The condition is too bad...!"
With blood gushing out every time he gasped for breath, it seemed as if he would suffocate at any moment, so even God's grace was of no use.
"High Priest! High Priest Paul-!"
"I'm already doing it! What are you guys doing if you don't come too!"
The high priest shouted at his attending priests.
He couldn't allow the deaths of these ugly bastards to defile the sacred memorial service.
"Damn it. There are too many details, but they overlap with the poison, so purification just doesn't work!"
However, it seemed that their power was not enough to hold back the fading breath of Samon.
The "power" possessed by RacheI's attendant priests was not real, and in fact, it was Paul who was doing the work alone.
"Oh no. This is a big problem."
At that moment, a clear voice rang out. It was Medea.
"Saintess, please help me. With your holy power that destroyed the ghouls, you will surely be able to save Samon from death."
Medea stared at Rachel.
"Leaving aside the details, shouldn't we prevent this sacred day from being polluted by misfortune?"
Detailed information.
The Princess's choice of words was quite meaningful.
Just a moment ago, it was as if people were trying to recall in their minds the story of the dead lover of Samon screaming that he had slept with a Saintess.
Rachel's picture-perfect impression hardened slightly.
'You know... are you saying?'
That Samon held my hand?
Then, the maid who was supposed to accuse Medea ended up killing Samon...?
Vigilance and suspicion overlap.
If Medea knew about his plot with Samon,
'Those words just now might be a trap to catch me by the ankle.'
Rachel felt as if she was trapped on all sides and couldn't move...
"Ugh!"
While she was struggling fiercely, Samon's breath stopped.
"Lord, he is dead."
"Ah!"
High Priest Paul, who had been pouring out his energy and sweating profusely, sat down listlessly.
"Oh, no."
Medea let out a sigh of regret.
"If the Saintess had taken action just a little earlier. Samon might have lived."
"..."
"Well, I guess this is the life the goddess arranged for him."
Rachel turned her head.
Samon was left breathless, his mouth open and his eyes open.
In his wide-open eyes, there was shock at his lover Marieu's betrayal.
Samon always looked down on Marieu, who was of humble status and came from a poor background.
So he threw her away without mercy, and when he needed her again, he pulled her back in without any guilt.
To him, Marieu was nothing more than a discardable token, something he could use and throw away at any time, giving his love as if he were doing a good deed.
So, he would never have imagined that he would meet his end at the hands of the opponent he had taken for granted.
"An unfortunate incident occurred that interrupted the sacred ceremony, so we have no choice but to end the memorial service today!"
"Right, uh... This year's memorial service has come to an end. I see."
"When the Saintess came and was happy, did she know that something Iike this would happen..."
People were murmuring and looking at each other. They too did not want to stay for even a moment at the scene where two people had died.
The central corridor, where the crowd had dispersed, soon became quiet, and the priests began to collect the remaining bodies and clean up the traces.
"We will collect Samon's body. Don't hand it over to the temple."
"Yes, Your Highness. I will be back."
Neril also agreed.
Rachel was in the temple, so if they just gave away Samon's body, they didn't know what kind of plan she might come up with.
The floor of the hallway was dyed red, clearly revealing the horror of the incident just moments ago.
The priests quickly tried to wipe away the blood, but the red stains that had already seeped into the crevices of the tiles were not easily erased.
Medea saw Marieu's body being carried out on a stretcher.
"Your Majesty. Marieu has returned the antidote. She says it is no longer needed."
When Marieu conspired with the Chief Maid to frame Medea, she spared her life in exchange for a supply of pea juice, which was periodically used as an antidote.
'I expected it then. That you were going to end it all with Samon.'
After completing her revenge and quietly closing her eyes. Marieu's pale face looked somewhat relieved.
She seemed free as if she had shed all the gloom and darkness that had always been on one side of her face.
When all this is over, will I have that kind of face? Will I be able to feel that freedom?
"Don't look, Dea."
At that moment, a cold hand covered Medea, blocking her vision.
"Everyone just met their deserved end."
"Peleus!"
Medea turned around.
Peleus, having settled his conflict with Katzen, finally returned from the central trade route.
"Your face has gotten thinner."
Medea welcomed him with her arms, even though he had a worried expression on his face.
Despite the cool feel of the armor against her cheek, her brother's embrace, filled with longing and comfort, was warm.
***
The western end of the El Amuz Strait.
A woman stood at the edge of a cliff, where the fierce wind and rain were raging.
The hem of the woman's worn-out dress fluttered eerily in the howling sea breeze.
Her pink hair, soaking wet from the pouring rain, and her ghostly fluttering hems created an eerie feeling.
"Huhhhh..."
The woman humming was Birna Claudio.
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