"Fire and ashes, do you mean that trouble will come upon the continent?"
"Valdina's daughter... Medea, how could she have... the sister of Emperor Valdina to the evil dragon?"
In the beginning, even after the Goddes had extinguished the darkness, some remnants had not been completely purified.
The remnant condensed over time, and eventually came together in their purest and most powerful forms, giving birth to the Evil Dragon.
In other words, the evil dragon was the last darkness to survive the goddess, a sacred curse of its own.
The evil dragon would appear on the continent from time to time, and every time it spread its enormous wings and obscured the sky, it would devastate its surroundings.
Even the Holy Nation didn't dare to purify the evil dragon, so he kept it a complete secret.
"According to the oracle, the evil dragon will soon appear on the mainland."
They sighed.
For a moment, I rejoiced at the oracle, but suddenly I felt anxious and agitated as if the end was just around the corner.
"Uh-uh-uh! The oracle... again!"
Then, there was another outpouring of excitement among the Priests of Records.
"There's still an oracle left!"
New inscriptions were being carved beneath the original oracle left on the headstone.
[Its fate is known only to those who are chosen by the Gods and starts, and in the name of the Bride, the continents will be saved from destruction.]
"Destiny is known only to the chosen? This... What do you mean..."
The High Priest titled their head at the sweet words.
"What do you mean! Literally, if you send Valdina's Princess to the evil dragon, the entire continent will be saved!"
Paul raised his voice among the High Priests. His eyes glistened.
'I was right. That's what the goddess thought, as I thought.'
There were no more questions.
"The Princess of Valdina has dishonored the goddess and our church with her ugly disposition, words, and deeds, and we want to wash away her sins with an oracle."
The oracle turned his doubts into convictions, and they added to his confidence.
"The oracle says so, so it's probably the only way!"
"High Priest, no matter what..."
The oracle said it was a bride, but Shiloh knew it was a sacrifice.
As a religious believer, how can you put someone alive to death?
There was silence in the devastation.
However, the opponent is an evil dragon.
It's a curse that shakes the order of the goddess, and it's too much for even the Holy Nation to hide.
"I wonder if we can deal with the evil dragon. No, how many will die for the vague task?"
If Medea de Valdina, the death of one woman, could prevent this great tragedy.
Still, is that meaningless?
Fear permeated those inside the Chamber of Oracle.
That fear rationalized the reality that they had no choice but to sacrifice someone else to coexist rather than eradicate the evil dragon.
"Oh, ah... It's a pity, but it can't be helped. We know too well what the price of ignoring the oracle was in history, and what the fate of the foolish men who disobeyed it was."
"That's right! What is important is that the oracle correctly ' named' Valdina's daughter as the bride of the evil dragon to be saved!"
"Your Holiness, please make a decision. We only convey the will of the goddess through oracles, and it is not our role to judge right and wrong."
"Yes, Your Holiness. There can be no exceptions! Now that the trust has been issued, the process should be followed by notification to the countries and implemented immediately."
"..."
The Pope closed and opened his eyes for a moment with a short sigh.
After a quiet silence.
"...So be it."
People fell.
The priets was busy.
They engraved the words on the headstone and engraved them on wooden blocks.
Afterwards, the woodblock was inked and the oracle was stamped on the temple's own paper.
"Oh no! Oh my gosh!"
With the replicated oracle in their arms, the envoys of the temple site out for each country on the continent.
The laurel wreath, the symbol of the Holy Nation on their badges, glistened in the sun.
"Your Holiness, God willing. I'll take you inside."
But even after all the priests had left, the Pope did not leave the front of the headstone.
"Is there anything that bothers you?"
"... Is the oracle really Her will?"
His wrinkled eyes stared at the headstone.
To be precise, in fine ground gold on the inscription on the headstone.
The oracle that followed was full of letters, but the engraving was broken where the original oracle was engraved.
The oracle's response to the staggered time.
The Pope stared at the broken spot for a long time.
If the oracle that was presented with the broken headstone is somehow ominous, then maybe he's become too weak.
"...Nothing. Let's go back."
He turned around and started walking, and the frozen air seeped in behind him.
***
The western border of Katzen.
Deep in the woods where not a single ray of sunlight enters.
Cesare bent down and swept the floor.
"You rats, you were so careful, but you noticed it like a ghost and ran away."
Terence sighed. Beside him, Gallo tapped the floor with his foot.
"Boss, the white horse arrived well. Her Highness the Princess has already named her Silva?"
"..."
There was no answer.
Gallo, who hadn't even expected to hear an answer in the first place, continued casually.
"No, you don't. If you're going to give a gift to a lady, don't you usually do something like this? You're not giving her a crazy horse? I'm still in the rain and my arm hurts from his bite."
Grumbling with a flute in his mouth, Gallo plucked the wildflowers that had grown in the bushes.
He quickly handed a dainty bouquet of flowers to Terence, who was following him.
"You don't touch it, so you're biting, ha, did you come out to play? Please pay attention, Gallo."
Terence pulled his head back and shook Gallo's arm away.
"Well, Her Highness the Princess seems to have made friends with it, so that's amazing. How the hell did she put a bell around that ferocious thing's neck?"
Despite Terence's pinch, Gallo's mouth wouldn't stop.
"But Boss, I'm asking because I'm a free man without a nationality, so it is okay to leak Katzen's pure-blood horse like that?"
Even though Princess Medea is a lifesaver.
"What of the Agema, who are strong, take over Arion? If the Emperor knew, the road would go on a rampage again."
Why does his boss's brilliant mind keep erasing the fact that his homeland and his benefactor's homeland are hostile to each other?
"Not bad."
For the first time, there was a nonchalant answer.
"That's what I hope it is..."
Gallo's long experience allowed him to correctly interpret Cesare's words.
Gallo turned slightly and whispered to Terence.
"Why is the Boss suddenly trying to lead peace between the two countries? You can't become a dove of peace overnight."
His voice was low, but his eyes were full of curiosity.
"That's a bit too much for a lifesaver. There's something. I'm preparing for something by myself. Keep it secret from them... write it."
"I think I know, but you don't? Your youth, spent in debauchery on a fictitious day, is useless."
"Bro, if you're going to swear, I'll tell you the answer..."
Gallo was about to grumble when he stopped. His mischievous face contorted wildly.
Piles of animal carcasses, maybe dozens, hundreds, or even more.
Above it, a stench pierced his nose, and black smoke billowed from Tadaman.
"What the hell is this, insane..."
Terence also narrowed his impressions.
There was a reason for the silence of the forest, which became heavier and heavier the deeper it went.
Mass of rotting corpses and occasionally bones of beasts of humans rolled around, blocking their tracks.
Somehow, it reminded him of the bizarre spirit of the Quiqueg, a man-eating tribe that Cesare had exterminated a long time ago.
Magic always requires an equivalent exchange. Black magic, in particular, makes it possible to violate the laws of this world in exchange for sacrifices.
What did they want to gain by sacrificing their enormous life?
"They wrote the Primal Darkness."
Towards the two stunned men, Cesare, who still looked calm, stepped up.
As someone who had once embodied the primordial darkness himself, Cesare could feel the remnants of the darkness in the magic circle and its sacrificial pile.
"Ahhh... Black and wicked! The devil won't be worse than you! The great primordial darkness will not forgive you! Aren't you afraid?"
Suddenly, his gorgeous brow narrowed slightly. It was because he felt a slight pain that hit his chest and passed by.
'Damn, I still remember.'
The heart, hardened by the primordial darkness, recognized and reacted to the deep marks.
He survived, but he was not completely free from the aftereffects of the primordial darkness.
Terence's face, unaware of the momentary pain on his friend's face, became even more serious.
"Did they use the Primal Darkness to curse someone? Like they did to you?"
"I'd rather be glad they did."
One death will be the end of it.
For a human who had fought the curse until the moment of his death, the answer came back indifferent.
"Lord!"
Then, in the distance, they saw Alpha rushing through the bushes.
In his hand was a cream-colored piece of paper.
"What's wrong with you, do you look like that?"
Puzzled by the uncharacteristically pale complexion, Gallo took the paper first and opened it.
Tuduk.
A broken bunch of wildflowers fell from his hands. Gallo, frozen like ice, stared at Cesare.
"What's wrong with you?"
When Terence approaches suspiciously.
"It's a flue from the Holy Nation. The oracle has descended."
Oracle? Cesare's handsome eyebrows rose sharply.
"Your Royal Highness..."
Before Alpha could finish speaking, Cesare strode over and snatched the paper Gallo was holding.
Cholrak.
The paper patterned on the headstone crimpled violently in Cesare's hand.
"I'm going to Valdina, Right now."
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