Beneath the fluttering black hem was drenched in the dark red blood of the evil dragon.
As if he had just dealt with the evil dragon, blood dripped from the sword in his hand.
They seemed to blend together seamlessly as if they were born from blood.
With each step he took, the dragon's blood echoed stickily on the floor.
"...1st Prince... Your Highness 1st Prince?"
Count Montfort rubbed his eyes.
He was the father of the Empress, a political enemy of Cesare, and the maternal grandfather of the Third Prince.
'Why is he here when he is supposed to be suppressing monster waves on the border...?'
He thought he had mistaken it.
"If you have eyes, look straight ahead."
Cesare's sword spokes gracefully at the corner of the dragon's mouth. The place where the drops of blood splattered was empty.
The fangs of the Princess of Valdina fit perfectly.
"The First Prince of Katzen thankfully accompanied me to the ambassadorship. I hope this will clear up your suspicions."
When Medea's voice rang out, the crowd sighed cautiously.
In other words, the Princess of Valdina was not alone.
"And moreover, if only she had been with that Sangvis Conqueror...."
"He survived the life of a dead man...!"
He is the one who has won victory by crossing countless lines like the devil.
Miraculously, he turned the Impossible into a possibility every time, and the story of defeating the evil dragon was no longer absurd.
Medea read a nursery rhyme that quickly spread through the crowd.
'I expected them to be easily trusted if I brought him in...'
A silent bitter laugh spread.
Cesare's brutal move, which had caused astonishment and horror, had turned into a token of confidence and trust.
"Ha, but I can't believe in a demonic dragon with human power!"
Nevertheless, the suspicions that popped up were suppressed with force.
"If you still deny it, it would be more beneficial to face death with your eyes open. I'm willing to help."
"Uh-huh!"
The sword he wielded flashed and sliced through the evil dragon's flesh.
Blood and flesh spilled out of the front of him, and the screaming King of Molicia slumped to his knees.
"Uh, uh!"
He realized it a step later.
This man, like the Emperor of Valdina, doesn't care about morality or cause at all.
Neither the continental order nor the authority of the throne was meaningful.
If he teased his mouth indiscreetly, it could have become a drop of blood.
Those present also noticed it.
"..."
A faint smile appeared in the vivid gold and then disappeared without a sound.
They are afraid of Cesare because of his strength and blood.
But they don't know.
What is truly dangerous is not the bladed sword in front of them, but the invisible blind sword.
The designer behind the vell, silently trying to slice their flesh, finally stood in the center of the round table.
"As everyone knows, the evil dragon is the last remnant of darkness and a curse left on this earth. That is what I mean."
A calm voice drifted through the cold air of the Great Hall.
Kwajik!
Medea slammed her fang straight down on the map. It was the place where the map was.
Shoot!
There was a gust of wind.
No. It was a whirlwind that spread its energy as if the black poison of the fangs was being sucked into a map.
It was so powerful that the fang-studded marble of the round table cracked.
"Hey, what is this, the darkness contained by the evil dragon is so strong!"
"Look! The demons are being pushed back!"
The black dots on the map were pushed out in a hurry.
He couldn't handle the dragon's magic and ran away.
At the same time,
"The waves are disappearing!"
The black blood from his fangs soaked the map and pressed against the demons.
"While I was bringing the evil dragon's neck all the way here. I asked His Highness the First Prince to come across the continent."
Medea came up with a way to close the monster waves that spread across the continent at once.
A higher relationship that exists even in demons.
It was recalled from the memory of the wyvern escaping from the evil dragon and descending from the Dark Forest to the swamp of gluttony.
"Kiaaaaaaang!"
"Kuooooooa!"
The roar of the beasts burst into the sky.
A strange scream echoed outside the temple.
As the evil dragon's eyes pressed against the demons, the demon beasts, unable to find a place to escape, began to re-enter the epicenter.
He escaped from the fearful predator and re-entered the epicenter that would become his cradle and grave.
The epicenter of the wave, which had spread across the country, closed one by one.
And static.
There was only silence as if the huge wave that swallowed up the last cry had subsided in an instant.
"..."
"Hey, this can't happen..."
No one was ready to speak.
They were stunned by the phenomenon that was hard to believe even when they saw it.
Then, at some point,
"Oh, God..."
"The disaster is over! The goddess's wrath has stopped!"
The Kings of the small countries burst out with a mixture of fear and emotion. Of course, not everyone enjoyed the joy.
'Damn. it shouldn't go like this. How much Your Majesty is looking forward to it...!'
Count Montfort of Katzen trembled nervously. High Priest Paul clenched his fists.
"It's still too early to rejoice, It's just that the mark on the map has disappeared. Without going and checking it out in person."
"High Priests. Leonor, Commander of the Templar Temple, I am honored with my return."
At that moment, the door of the Great Hall opened, and a powerful voice came out. It was Leonor, the commander of the Knights Templar.
Behind him, the Knights of the Temple knelt down.
Their demeanor was ugly.
Their creamy knightly robe was dusty, and they were tired from chasing after Medea.
"You've come to the right place! Hurry up and tell me the truth."
"..."
"Come on, don't reveal the truth that you have seen with your own eyes here!"
"...It is said that the waves of each country, including the Holy Land, have completely disappeared."
Leonor ignored the face of the High Priest Paul, who had turned gray.
"That is the plain truth that the High Priest is looking for."
Leonor was clearly tired, but his eyes were shining clearly.
Leonor and the others even saw a herd of demons leaping into the epicenter on their own, trying to avoid the eyes of the evil dragon clinging to Locke's flying feet.
They witnessed a miraculous phenomenon with their own eyes, and how could they not be overwhelmed?
"Princess of Valdina, First Prince of Katzen."
At that moment, Pope Benedict spoke up.
His question as the head of the old priest and this holy country brought the attention of the monster wave back to the oracle.
"Is the evil dragon dead?"
"Your Holiness. What could prove death more clearly than this?"
Cesare tucked the sprawling neck and fangs of the dragon and laughed arrogantly.
The Pope saw a splendid golden eye staring at him.
Six years ago, he remembered the First Prince thrust his sword into his throat and demanded a cure.
'Is it because he overcame the curse of the beginning?'
The act of cutting down an evil dragon born in the same darkness was both amazing and somewhat inevitable.
However, the Princess of Valdina is different.
She was destined to be sacrificed to an oracle, without a deity of choice.
"Nevertheless, you have taken the path of a prophet."
The Pope's eyes were closely on Medea.
Something that he couldn't tell whether it was sadness or affection passed through his wrinkled eyes.
"Since the role assigned to you by the oracle has disappeared with the evil dragon, the fate demanded by the oracle must have lost its meaning."
Fingertips clasped together, the Pope spoke.
"Medea, Princess of Valdina. I will release you from the duty of oracle."
It was an order given by the head of the Holy Kingdom.
Peleus's breath burst into nothingness.
The Agemas also looked at each other, unable to hide the joy they had been suppressing.
They felt like they could repeat that grueling expedition a hundred times for this moment.
It was then.
"Your Holiness, I think that fate has lost its meaning, isn't that too dangerous? The will of the goddess should be carried out as it was in the original text."
The Saintess's elegant voice rang out.
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