She bent her knees.
A handkerchief emblazoned with Valdina's crest wrapped around Cesare's index finger.
At the moment when the white cloth turned red, the candles that lit up the central temple danced in unison.
No one noticed because it was a slight tremor, but the dance continued.
As if to welcome the bond of the two stars that finally met, for quite a long time.
Wrinkled hands rested on the scepter, and the Pope slowly stood up.
"If you do it, you can do it here."
Slurp. The cream-colored hem brushed against the floor.
"Medea de Valdina. Cesare Dwysler Katzen. I order the completion of the trust by the marriage of the two."
He stopped in front of Medea and Cesare.
"This bond is the will of God, and the oath of blood shall be made under the blessing of divinity."
He rewrote Mithras.
"Holy Land and this old man will be witnesses of this oracle."
Medea stared at the pope in surprise.
This meant that the marriage would be held in the Holy Kingdom, and the Pope would officiate.
This meant that the bride was not subordinated to the groom's family, but married on an equal footing while maintaining the identity and authority of her country.
It was a great opportunity for Valdina, who had been battling Katzen for a long time.
There was no precedent for the Holy State to preside over the marriage of a specific royal family, nor was there a precedent for the Pope to be a witness to the marriage.
This was a political act in which the Pope broke with principles and clearly intervened in the relations between the two countries, and it was also a special favor for Medea.
The participants' eyes widened.
"So now... Katzen and Valdina are connected?"
"And His Holiness is in charge of it...?"
They were stunned by the unexpected and unexpected form of the union of the three strongest nations in Middle-earth.
Just as they were mesmerized, they heard a clap coming from somewhere.
"I see. I can do that! It is a trick like the heroes who defeated the evil dragon!"
He was the King of Mycenae.
He thought he was indebted to the Princess of Valdina for solving the monster wave.
After seeing his face so pale and pale for his age, his guilt deepened.
'The First Prince of Katzen! What a great slope!'
The bad news became a great opportunity.
He is the First Prince of Kazen.
The protagonist of the victory in the Continental War and the man closest to the current throne of Katzen.
Fear and envy always go hand in hand.
The people of the continent feared the First Prince but longed to enjoy at least a part of his great power by his side.
What if it's the closest companion to him...
So the Princess of Valdina is now on the fastest path to the Empress of the Empire.
Maybe standing at the top of this continent.
To a place more splendid and higher than all the days she had lived.
The King of Mycenae smiled bitterly.
'Oh my gosh, Perdiccas. He's going to have a pretty headache in the future.'
No matter how wary the Emperor of Katzen is, he cannot take away his achievements and talents.
His extraordinary son would have burned him out, but now he has a strong daughter-in-law by his side.
"Hehe, the old wolf will finally understand the logic of time."
The King of Mycenaea, who knew Perdiccas II's disposition better than anyone else, couldn't stand it and burst into laughter.
But while the King of Mycenaea was basking in the excitement that was spreading, someone was clinging to the edge of a precipice.
Jason's eyes were bloody.
"How could you do this to me?"
Looking at his wife swearing to marry another man in front of him, he held on to the pillar as he was about to collapse.
It took so much effort that his fingernails were broken, and crimson blood was smeared on the marble pillars.
"I will take you to the medical center. How could you come here when you are not feeling well..."
"Let go!"
He couldn't hear the words of his subordinates.
"You won't even allow me a chance to atone."
She even chose Cesare, the political enemy that Jason hates the most.
Medea cut off Jason in the most brutal way so that he could not have any hope.
"Congratulations! A pair of fates dotted by oracles!"
"It is a bond from heaven, and that love will become history and remain forever!"
In the midst of all the cheers and celebrations of the world, Jason feels like he is the only one left alone.
This helplessness of having to watch his wife with another man.
Nevertheless, this misery is not allowed to be resisted in the name of God's will.
'Medea, did you do this?'
If she wanted to make him feel the despair that Medea felt when she saw Rachel and him in the oracle, she succeeded.
"Cough!"
"Your Highness!"
The pain cut through his heart sharper than any sharp sword, and Jason vomited blood.
***
At that moment, Medea turned to the Pope.
"I know that Your Holiness has shown me a favor. Thank you, Your Holiness."
Although she was the one who invented the new method of oracles, it was entirely thanks to the Pope that it was easily accepted.
Otherwise, they would have had a long power struggle.
"I just hoped that the goddess's will would not be distorted. However."
There was warmth in the Pope's eyes as he stared at Medea.
"Looking at you now, I am somehow convinced that I have done the right thing."
He turned.
"Anastasia."
"Yes, Your Holiness."
You will be by the side of Her Highness the Princess for the time being and help the execution of the oracle proceed smoothly."
The people of the Holy Kingdom were surprised by the Pope's order.
Anastasia was a special favorite of the Pope's chief priests.
"Your Holiness has never been so kind to you."
His benevolent appearance was not like the Pope they knew.
Even Pope Benedict himself could not find the reason for the affection that soared in the depths of his heart the moment he saw Medea.
He just wanted to protect and protect them.
'Just like it had to be from the beginning."
On the other hand, he was reluctant from the first moment he saw Saintess Rachel.
The Pope's gaze on Rachel dried up again.
"Enough, then."
The Pope ignored Rachel and ignored her. So did the High Priests who followed him.
'Do you not know how your words and actions affect our Holy Kingdom?'
It was a sign of dissatisfaction with Rachel's open confrontation with the Pope in the presence of so many people from all over the continent.
The reason for her stubbornness was to keep the Princess of Valdina at bay until the end.
'An attitude that promotes death by sticking to doctrine, It is not like a surrogate.'
Rachel felt the priests' gaze on her become even colder.
She turned pale and squeezed her fingertips tightly.
"Your Highness Medea is indeed."
Perhaps it was because she bit the flesh in her mouth so tightly, that Rachel's voice came out muffled.
"You're in luck."
"Yes, I don't rely on the name of God."
Medea calmly fought back.
"I consider the fate that I have not won for myself to be mine."
"..."
Rachel's eyes opened wide.
Medea's reply sounded like Rachel herself trying to steal her fate.
'Could it be that you have awakened...!'
Unlike the meaningful voice, Rachel couldn't get any clues from her calm expression and demeanor from beginning to end.
'What is it?'
Medea, on the other hand, sensed a momentary fear in Rachel's large purple eyes.
It was a naked reaction that she did not show even at the moment when she inherited the oracle.
"What is Rachel so afraid of?"
"...!"
At that moment, Medea's vision was shattered.
The first sculpture depicts them sitting in a dark basement.
The second sculpture showed a boy priest standing on top of a painting.
In a split second, the pieces disappeared, and Rachel's hand glowed black. Just like the red light that told her about the evil dragon's reverse scales.
However, Rachel's black light exuded an ominous and insidious energy.
'It's connected to the heart...'
And the black light didn't stop at her hands but spread messily around Rachel's whole body.
Medea took a step to see a little closer,
Huh... She hopes that her conviction will not change.
The illusion is over.
"The goddess's protection is with the union of the two... I hope so."
Rachel said goodbye in a faint voice that sounded like she was being strangled.
She didn't have time to wait for Medea's visit, so she hurriedly walked away.
"Ha, whenever she drives Your Highness to the edge of a cliff, you are truly a shameless woman."
Neril stared at Rachel's back fiercely.
"Neril, can you see it?"
"Yes? What do you mean?"
"Hey, the priests who go with her..."
The priests who followed Rachel were also flashing an ominous black light on their hearts.
"Since when did they say they were by the Saintess's side?"
"...What if they are ascetic priests... I heard that they were with the Saintess from the time she left Valdina. Your Highness, is there something wrong?"
Neril didn't seem to notice anything strange.
As if she could not see the ominous sight of the black light blooming from the hearts of a dozen ascetic priests spreading into the air of the Great Temple.
"Your Highness...? Are you okay?"
Of course, the scene disappeared like an illusion in a moment.
'How could anyone know? There are so many High Priests?'
Medea scanned her surroundings with a relentless eye.
Finally, she found someone with the same eyes as her.
The obedient temple knight was staring sharply at the Saintess and the priests, just like Medea.
Soon, the knight turned his head quietly.
As the knight's eyes met, he heard the voice of Leonor, the leader of the Knights Templar.
"Theo! Where are you looking again?"
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