TCIWTFY - Part 2 Chapter 110

"Although the disaster was finally stopped by the valor of your two Highnesses, the oracle was not strictly realized."

Rachel turned and faced the Pope head-on.

"The goddess' will be "Make Medea, daughter of Valdina, the bride of the evil dragon. They just killed the evil dragon, but the oracle's request was not fulfilled."

Then she glanced at Medea.

"It is seeming, but Your Holiness is not a god. Aren't you too complacent in determining the will of the goddess?"

Her voice was soft, but the subtle malice contained in it was as deep as an abyss. 

'Old man, don't disturb me, I dare to defy the Golden Rule and barely hold on to it.'

Rachel had no intention of letting Medea breathe away.

A stream of tears streamed down her white cheeks.

The clear teardrops shone transparently like the agony of a surrogate who seemed to carry the pain of humanity instead.

"The price will be paid by the innocent people in the end, and I am afraid that the fire of the gods will try to engulf this land again."

"That's right. Who can guarantee that this will be the end of the price for breaking the trust? If we take the goddess' will lightly and disaster strikes again, who will be responsible for it?"

Crying out to the goddess, Paul also exaggerated his name with an agitated face.

The crowd was drunk.

Paul glared at the High Priests who supported him.

"...!"

"Yes, Your Holiness. It does not seem to be a matter to decide on the cancellation at this time, so please consider it."

Voices of concern were raised here and there.

"What does the Holy Woman say?"

Rachel answered the Pope's question without wavering.

"The subject of the trust must be continued. Whether the evil dragon Is alive or dead. Medea, Valdina's daughter, must exist as a bride."

"She continues to... every word!"

The Agemas growled lowly.

As the crowd became agitated, some let out a deep sigh.

The Princess of the noble empire had finally escaped the bonds of death, and now the brand of the bride of the dead evil dragon would follow her for the rest of her life.

Even if she survived, no one would take a being with the ominous curse of the oracle as his wife.

It was just that the fate of this woman was uncertain.

Nevertheless, it was selfish, but the mainlanders were relieved.

"If the oracle is fulfilled like this, the wrath of the goddess will be over."

It must be because the anxiety about the non-fulfillment of the oracle that Rachel had planted a moment ago remains like a root and stirs in their hearts.

"I dare not agree with the Saintess's judgment that you are willing to sacrifice the living."

The Pope's cold gaze fell heavily on her.

The inorganic gaze exuded a strange pressure as if it was trying to penetrate Rachel's insides.

Rachel curled her fingertips under her sleeves. The Pope had not noticed her identity until now.

No one knows. They can't find it. I'm a fake.

For a moment, a chill ran down her spine. Rachel looked up.

Peleus was looking at her.

'I shouldn't have kept you alive.'

Above the wall, a cold bitterness bloomed for Rachel who was driving his sister to her extremities.

It was then.

Cesare, who had been leaning back, nodded.

"The Saintess is right. God's word can never be offended."

A smile with an arrogant ease, plain words.

It was an attitude that seemed to reinforce Rachel's argument.

Rachel paused. Her purple eyes stared at him suspiciously.

'Why are you suddenly helping me?'

He was a very unruly man.

Each time, he would slouch, tearing apart her and the warlocks' realm.

Rachel had a faint sense of anxiety in her eyes.

"The evil dragon is gone, and the oracle is still valid, so it should be inherited by me, who cut it down."

There was silence.

Soon, the hall was filled with excitement.

"...Succession!"

Rachel also froze.

What is the First Prince talking about?

Cesare laughed slowly.

There was a chilling joy on his dangerously beautiful face.

He drew his sword.

Sriiing.

The silver sword cut through the air and cried lowly.

The sword slammed into the ground.

He swept the blade slowly with his fingertips. Blood was smeared.

The blood of the evil dragon and the blood of Cesare were added together.

Unlike Medea, where they played separately without mixing, Cesare's blood, which once embraced darkness, blended seamlessly with the evil dragon's.

"I,  Cesare Dwysler Katzen, have taken the Princess of Valdina as my bride to fulfill the oracle."

He raised his blood-soaked index finger and drew a sign on his cheek.

Next to the golden eye that burns like the sun, a vivid red cross is engraved.

It was a confrontation of piety and madness, sacredness and cruelty.

He knelt down and looked up at Medea.

"Regardless of God's will, may you grant this sacred promise."

It was nailed to Medea.

It was unclear whether the "you" that the First Prince said meant the goddess or her.

The sunlight shone on Cesare, casting shadows over his face.

The combination of light and darkness was like a knight offering a sacred oath to the Lady, or a demon tempting an offering.

Everyone was speechless.

When you feel like a flame in front of you, you can't tell if the scene is fantasy or reality...

"...It's impossible!"

A sharp sound of metal tearing like a scream broke their confusion.

"Holy Maiden, do you still have a problem?"

Cesare tilted his head slightly. There was surprisingly much leeway from the skewed gaze.

"You can't distort the oracle like that"

Rachel's heart was filled with anger and embarrassment, and it boiled up like an explosion.

Cesare slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"By distortion, following the subject of the oracle, I take Princess Medea as my bride. If I haven't done as you say, how can you be grumpy?"

Cesare, who spoke like a child, interrupted each word and turned the listener's stomach upside down.

"The subject...!"

You're the biggest problem!

Rachel managed to swallow the outburst of shouting.

"Your Highness the First Prince... Trust... You can't interpret it arbitrarily. Where did Your Highness assume that you could inherit the trust?"

However, the answer unexpectedly came from the Pope's side, not from Cesare.

"I think everyone has forgotten, but there is also a second oracle."

[Their fate is known only to those who are chosen by the gods and stars, and in the name of the bride, the continent will be saved from destruction.]

Quietly reciting the second oracle, the Pope's indifferent gaze scanned the Cesare.

His wrinkled eyes furrowed slightly, and he looked back and forth between Medea and Rachel.

"As the first oracle commanded, the evil dragon's bride was chosen. However, since the 1st Prince cut down the evil dragon, it is proper to inherit the oracle with his blood. But..."

He swallowed his sigh silently.

"The completion of the last oracle is that the continent will be saved under the name of the 'bride'..."

The Pope slowly looked at Medea.

"In the end, the key to completing this oracle is in the hands of Her Highness the Princess."

"..."

"Is there anyone who opposes this old man's interpretation?"

His voice was quiet, but there was a pressure that seemed to fill the room.

"However, if you put forward a clumsy logic, you will have to pay a reasonable price."

Rachel bit her lip.

The words that tried to entrap Medea became the shackles that held Rachel back.

She could not find any logic or doctrine to deny the second oracle.

Paul also chewed his lips with his face red.

Without even looking at them, the Pope turned to Medea.

"Medea, Princess of Valdina. Will you accept this inherited oracle?

The attention of the audience was focused on Medea.

She looked up.

Then she made eye contact with Peleus, who was looking at her.

No.

Her brother, who was about to walk over to her, recognized Medea's gaze and stopped.

Then, the green-colored eyes stared at Rachel.

Beyond her shocked and embarrassed face, the Statue of the Goddess of Benevolent Smile was captured at a glance.

And finally, Jason who is about to enter the Great Hall with a limp body in the distance.

She wonder if they were once a couple, so how could they look so alike?

Medea's smile spread a faint smile.

God, whether it's you, it's good.

I'll be happy to stand in your way in any way.

Watch how you struggle on the spot.

I'm going to tear apart my destiny that you have decided.

In the past life, in this place where your love bore fruit.

The green light shone coolly.

"I'm Medela de Valdina."

A white hand reached out and wrapped around the handle of Cesare's sword. The gold eye was still fixed on Medea.

"I am willing to follow this path that the goddess has given me."

A calm voice rang out.

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