At that time, the Palace of the Emperor Valdina.
Clink!
The cracking sound of the cup breaking pierced her ears sharply.
"What are you talking about, evil dragon?"
Like Cesare, who heard the news faster than anyone else through the ears of the Facade in the Holy Kingdom, the Red Fox has the headquarters of the Red Fox in the Holy Kingdom.
Medea, too, quickly got her hands on the oracle before the priests arrived on Valdina.
"Dea, you don't care about all this nonsense. Make the walls thicker, and let no one invade..."
However, there was no truth to his words, given that it was Peleus who had broken the cup a moment ago.
"Alas..."
An oracle.
Peleus involuntarily wiped his dry face.
He had never wavered in the face of so many enemies, and now he seemed to be consumed by rising despair.
Yes, the strange anxiety that never went away and the nightmare of the early hours of the morning when his little sister came out.
"Mom, Dad, where's Peleus? Please, don't leave me alone. Take me too, huh?"
By the time he headed for battle, little Medea, just about her age, was crying in the flames.
He struggled to run to his crying sister, but in the end, he moved away, only to echo.
"Medea! Oh, no!"
Eventually, without being able to save young Medea from the flames, Peuleus awoke.
The devastation was so clear that he couldn't feel it again.
Maybe it was all a harbinger of this moment.
Unable to fall asleep again, Peleus finally went to the palace to check on his sister.
Then he heard this news from Kensington.
"Dea. No worries. You're safe. Your brother will be by my side. I'll protect you. No one can hurt you. Anyone! Dea, you..."
Peleus still seemed to oscillate between nightmare and reality and uncharacteristically lost his composure.
"Your Majesty..."
Sissair couldn't suppress the confusion either.
For he could understand why Peleus, who had always put his duties and responsibilities above himself, was forced to lose his reason for the first time.
Sissair rolled up his hand and put it under his sleeve. To hide the trembling of the whitened fingertips.
"The Bride of the Evil Dragon doesn't make sense. Aren't you going to die!"
D'Angel was more excited than Peleus.
"Your Majesty! As soon as they enter Valdina, I'm going to cut them down. Who dare you, these damn things...!"
Medea restrained him by a chin as he was about to jump out with his words.
Medea asked, patting her brother's arm.
"...Is it really an oracle?"
Her calm expression, whose composure was not broken, was no different from usual.
"Yes, Your Highness. It is said that dozens of high-ranking priests witnessed the new inscription on the stele."
Medea, who had been keeping her composure for a long time, suddenly stumbled with one hand. If only she hadn't touched the table.
"Dea!"
"Your Highness!"
Pushing aside Peleus and Sissair, she caught her breath.
The moment she saw the oracle, her eyes went black.
[Let the Emperor unite with the Holy Maiden and set the order of the world straight, for this oath can never be offended, and those who deny the flow of wishes will perish in mortal darkness.]
The traumatic moment she didn't want to remember the most would come again.
Even this oracle was not aimed at Jason but at Medea herself.
"The Bride of the Evil Dragon..."
This is the evil dragon that Medea killed with Jason's expedition in her last life.
Medea's hands tendoned as she held the table.
'The world won't let me alone.'
She swallowed.
After Claudio's revenge, Medea's next targets were Jason and Rachel.
But as soon as she was about to target Rachel, such an oracle was issued.
Is this the will of the goddess?
To protect Saintess by removing her as a nuisance to her?
Medea gritted her teeth.
"Kensington. How far has the oracle spread?"
"Now that we have received the news one step ahead, we should have sent messengers from the temples to the nations to deliver oracles."
In a few days, a messenger will arrive in Valdina.
In the silence that everyone could not easily break, a heavy voice rang out.
"D'Angel, go to the border. The Herald of the Holy land has never arrived in this land, nor will it ever arrive."
Peleus's voice sounded eerie.
"He's the messenger of the oracle. Peleus, don't you know what it means to get rid of him?"
Medea, who had read her brother's intentions, seized him.
"If it's unavoidable, it's better to wait and see. I can't say no."
"Dea, are you asking me to give up on you?"
However, he did not turn back as he usually did, but stood firmly in Medea's way.
Peleus knew instinctively.
"Sacrificing yourself for this country? Just like you've always been?"
It's an oracle and nothing else.
If he gets caught up in the custom of God's absolute command, he will sacrifice his only sister to the evil dragon without even having to do so.
Peleus's strong jaws snapped.
Involuntarily, his hand groped his hips. It was the position where he had kicked his greatsword on the battlefield.
"Even if it means going back to that terrible battlefield once again."
He will not back down.
"I am the Emperor of this country. I can never accept the oracle."
His blue eyes were unwavering.
"Dea, you must return to the palace. Leave this to your brother."
"...Peleus."
"I want you to go back!"
He wasn't going to listen to his beloved sister this time.
Peleus ordered Neril and Kensington to escort Medea and sent her out of the throne room.
"..."
Medea, who had been driven back to the palace, rolled up her fingertips.
It wasn't the first time she felt thrown into a maze with no way out.
The feeling of being blocked on all sides, like being tied with a rope.
"Your Highness. This is not the time for you to stay like this."
Then, after a moment's hesitation, Kensington whispered to Medea.
"It is said that Emperor Katzen's spy, who was in the central temple, also secretly conveyed this news to the Emperor."
"..."
"When he heard the news, he immediately found a special envoy and a border guard to send to Valdina."
Medea paused.
"I think he's trying to claim territory in exchange for His Majesty's support... Your Highness?"
Kensington suddenly paused at the bright blue of the Princess's eyes.
His blazing eyes looked like rage.
"He doesn't want territory."
Medea clenched her fists.
She knew right away what the Emperor was after.
"He need the Philosopher's Stone. My uncle said he would keep his promise if he brought it to him. He had he was going to hand over the throne."
A national treasure that protects the territory of Valdina, the Philosopher's Stone.
'In my last life, the Emperor broke the Philosopher's Stone I stole and buried it on the border of Katzen.'
Perdiccas II had not yet given up the Philosopher's Stone.
He will ask for the Philosopher's Stone as an excuse for supporting Valdina, who rejects the oracle.
Peleus would give up his national treasure to protect Medea with the help of the Katzen Empire.
Her rust-colored eyes twinkled for a moment. And then it is settled deeply.
'Valdina lost the Philosopher's Stone, and history will repeat itself.'
I couldn't let it be.
Medea chuckled.
'There's always time to be grateful to you.'
Funnily enough, Katzen's anger at the Emperor had stripped away the slant of her previous life and brought Medea's head to clarity.
'Yes, what's the difference?'
Whether it's in this life or in a previous life, it's still full of cats that will try to eat your flesh the moment you let your guard down.
Don't let your emotions get the better of you.
Now more than ever, we need to make a sober judgment.
'You have to take a step back and look at the whole picture.'
That way, you can get out of this situation without getting swept away.
Her eyes lit up.
Medea looked down at the oracle.
"Your Highness. I will accompany Your Highness and help you escape. There are Red Foxes all over the continent. They're not going to find us."
Her courtiers couldn't hide their reactions, too. It stood on guard like a wild beast trying to protect its cubs.
"Escape..."
That's not the solution.
We can't get away with the disgrace of ignoring the oracle forever.
Medea looked up.
There was no fear of the oracle on her face.
Her rust-colored eyes burned like unquenchable flames.
His pale white face reflected a sere will that would never be broken.
It is as if the goddess is really trying to stop her from targeting Rachel.
'If it is your will that I be finally driven out of limb in this second life.'
I will refuse.
Even if you put a noose around my neck and drag me into my face, I will struggle until the moment I die.
"Get me a map."
Even if God and the world didn't allow her to avenge, Medea wouldn't give up.
"I'm not running away!"
Chop!
The evangelism of the continent unfolded before Medea's eyes.
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