TCIWTFY - Part 2 Chapter 91

Tom and Kensington's eyes widened at the sight of the First Prince calling the Princess by name.

Medea sighed.

"...Wait, everybody's out."

Medea, who had sent her henchman with faces that demanded an explanation, turned her back.

Before he knew it, Cesare was sitting in Medea, looking down at the map.

A flaming gold eye stared at the continental map on the table and each flag placed on the spot.

His outstretched fingers gently smooth the tip of the map.

However, despite his calm demeanor, somehow, the energy emanating from him seemed to chill the air.

"Cesare."

"It's been a while."

A straight nose, a sharp jawline, and perfectly symmetrical features.

An arrogant gaze that seems to look down on everything in the world beneath his feet.

The beautiful man, reminiscent of an elaborate statue, stood proudly without any covering.

Medea frowned as if he didn't make any effort to hide his identity, and he didn't want to.

"Make yourself aware of your status, what have you done so far..."

"I think I missed this face."

Medea's cold question seemed to be deaf, and she paused at the tender greeting.

"Your Highness the First Prince. Are you confessing to the murder of General Jared?"

The oracle had been overshadowed, and it was too late for her to think about it.

He was summoned to the Empire after dealing with Jared on Medea's behalf.

"I heard you're in the territory, but have you restored the private?"

Medea can't turn her back on him because she hasn't forgotten the warmth that gripped her cheeks.

"This is not the time to worry about me."

Cesare burst out laughing.

"To cut the dragon herself, the Princess Valdina is brave."

The end of the laughter was somehow sharp.

He brushed his head nervously.

Alone with Medea, Cesare threw off the slack she had just made.

"If the evil dragon is gone, you won't be able to make me his bride. The execution of the oracle is also impossible."

Unlike Medea's minions, who couldn't swallow their astonishment, Cesare wasn't surprised.

Even when she was a powerless scarecrow Princess, no adversity could bring her to her knees, and it was an oracle.

But what he didn't expect.

From the beginning to the end of Medea's plan, he was excluded.

She didn't reach out to him.

It made Cesare's mood feel terribly empty.

Unlike him, who is uncontrollably drawn to her, the subtle distance that Medea places on him doesn't diminish at all.

What would have happened if he hadn't been exposed to the oracle and run all the way to Valdina?

"If I'm late, you're already gone, right? You're going to go on an expedition with a bunch of idiots and slash the evil dragon."

He squeezed Medea's jaw, painlessly.

"Leave me here?"

Even his frowning brows were as beautiful as a masterpiece, but somehow, he was unusually impatient.

"Why? Dea, why? I told you I would be your sword. There's no way you're brilliant enough to calculate my usefulness."

"..."

Medea pursed her lips.

Why didn't she consider Cesare?

But...

What Medea is trying to do now to break the oracle is to defy the Gods.

She can't easily tell anyone about this thing that is taboo on the continent, and she can't believe that she is considering the heir of an enemy country as a companion.

Her whole life, her fate.

"So enjoy. Your best sword."

She was distracted by the warmth of a fake affection that destroyed her country and killed her family.

How can she hope again in his flattery, which he promised with his beautiful face?

Medea lifted her chin and stared at Cesare.

A hint of sarcasm brushed over a fragile face.

"..."

The moment he saw those eyes full of words that never came out of her mouth, Cesare realized why.

"Alas. The brilliant Princess can't trust me. My oath didn't reach you in the slightest."

The corners of his mouth lifted. He was clearly smiling, but the air froze like ice.

"You cute coward."

He sneered through the twisted corners of his mouth.

"You have to hold on to your opponent's leash to feel safe. If you betray me, I'll strangle you right away."

But Medea, she doesn't know.

She already knows his leash is in her hands.

Cesare roughed his other hand in front of him.

"I've been waiting for my death, not because of a minor illness."

Tuduk.

His linen shirt was torn off with buttons, revealing his well-shaped breasts.

His muscles were firm, and his skin was a nice, tanned color.

"What are you..."

"It was a curse of the primordial darkness."

A firm hand cupped her chin, preventing her from turning her head.

"See? It's a vestige of my most miserable and weak times."

The sin where the heart had been located had turned black. A faint strand shone through like veins as if something was stretching out.

"I can still see the pain in my heart that hardens with every breath. Sometimes, I stay up all night with my eyes open. And I don't realize. That this bloody moment when I succumbed to death will follow me for the rest of my life."

His voice, mixed with inhalation and exhalation, was low and shrill.

"Dea. You know my weakness now. How to destroy the black demon that everyone fears."

He squeezed Medea's hand and wrapped it around his neck. It's like putting on a leash himself.

"..."

"So order me. Cut down the enemy you point to and fulfill your wish."

"..."

Cesare felt her green eyes staring at him.

It was as if the hunter was contemplating whether he could handle the hound perfectly.

He quickly pressed the ball against the back of her hand. It was more of a wolf's attempt to prove its harmlessness by using the dog's mouth.

However, he couldn't overcome his true nature and kept spitting it out.

"Dea. Choose me by your own hand."

Before I break down all your options, forcing you to choose me.

Arbitrary and insidious orders leaked out of the clenched door and sounded desperate.

"I'm not going to step out of the line you've drawn."

"..."

Medea, who had hesitated, reached out.

Ever so slightly, the tips of her fingers brushed over his skin.

But that was enough.

Cesare's golden eyes flashed.

"The evil dragon can never have a bride."

He had never been someone's long-term horse, but he was thrilled to be a part of Medea's plans, even if only by force.

It was proof that he had come within Medea's line.

***

The least welcoming person to Cesare was Tom.

"Your Highness, I can't believe you're accompanying us on our expedition. How could you trust and be with Emperor Katzen's own flesh and blood? You know when you're going to get hit in the back of the head!"

The aura exuded by the First Prince sent a shiver down his spine. Tom involuntarily grabbed Cesare's hand as he tried to turn it toward his sword.

"I've never been an enemy of the Princess."

"False horse..."

Then...

Cesare pulled out a silver mask and held it to his face. Tom paused.

"Oh... Acares?"

Beneath the half-mask, the sharp jawline and gorgeous mouth were familiar.

There's no way Tom wouldn't recognize the familiar silver mask.

Three years ago, he had replaced Medea in a swordplay match with Jared of Katzen.

And who was victorious and brought Valdina the joy of victory and double aid?

He's the mercenary captain of the Facade who has supported Valdina in the rise of the Empire ever since.

"Was it the same, the same person? Did you know about him, Your Highness?"

Tom looked back and forth between Medea and Cesare, incredulous.

Kensington, too, has suffered both the mercenary Acares of three years ago and the current First Prince Cesare.

That's when everything fell into place.

Kensington stuck his tongue out.

For all these years, he's been deceiving himself that the real owner of the Facade of the stateless arms deals with the First Prince of Katzen.

Perdiccas II, too, may not have grasped the true identity of his son, who was a widow.

How many secrets does this man hide beneath his beautiful countenance?

The hook was appalling.

"We need to get out as fast as we can. We need a sturdy ship that can make the long voyage to the Ebon forest."

"The ship is ready. It's waiting for you at the docks."

Cesare smirked and jumped over the window.

"We'll leave as soon as we're ready."

The subject returned as lightly as he had come, but the presence he left in the space was not.

"..."

Cesare is leaving, and Neril and Saya are busy preparing to leave for the Ebon forest.

"Your Highness the Princess. Do you have anything else to worry about?"

Kensington asked Medea, who was lost in thought.

Tak. Tak.

In the room, the only sound was the regular knocking of his index finger on the table.

"There's one thing that's stumbling."

Apart from the fact that the beast of the First Prince was going on the expedition in this life with the leash that he had put on himself, there was something that got on her nerves.

It's not just about this incident; it's about a more fundamental question.

Between Medea's fine brows, a dark shadow fell as if she had wandered through an endless tunnel.

"Why now?"

She knew the oracle would come out someday, but it was a strange time to do so, and it was aimed at her.

The oracle of her previous life came down only after she returned from her expedition and after Jason acceded to the throne after a long battle for the throne.

'...The past as I knew it is changing.'

"It's too fast."

She muttered.

"Kensington, have you investigated that wave from Jared?"

Medea recalled the monster wave that had opened in the strait's waters at the time of Jared's kidnapping attempt.

Neither the location nor the type of demon beast that came out of it was an artificial wave that didn't match El Amuz.

"Yes, this is the first time we've seen a wave of land water coming out of the Strait of El Amuz. Scholars were puzzled."

Tak, tak.

Again, the finger rang the table.

Rachel's appearance was followed by a series of demon waves and then an oracle.

These are all milestones that existed in a previous life, but the connection between them is rather abrupt.

"...It's going weird."

Medea felt uncomfortable.

"Sir, what happened to Rachel's investigation?"

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