Terence was not a disciple of the Demon Prince, but a member of the First Princes, who returned to the Marquis Ipoleto the Minor and was entrusted with the delivery of this gift.
Gallo, as the head of the Facade, had an early acquaintance with Cesare.
So, in order not to be found out about his connection with the First Prince, Cesare, it was only Terence.
"Absolutely. His Highness takes this marriage more seriously than anything else."
"..."
"It is not just a political engagement, but His Highness hopes that this small gesture of sincerity will convey the meaning of being a true 'family' to Valdina."
Terence pulled out something that looked like a thick paper book.
The cover is black leather, and the corners are lined with gold.
"This was ordered by His Highness to be conveyed separately to Her Highness the Princess before the wedding."
When he opened the first page, he could see that one by one, think certificates decorated with velvet were intricately intertwined.
"Is this..."
Sissair was speechless for a moment.
It was a collection of deeds that bundled the estates, powers, and assets that the First Prince transferred to his wife.
With each turn of the page, the seal and wax seal on each document made a clattering sound.
'Guild seats on the Romagna fiefdoms, warhorse ranches in the Principality of Benapro, diamond mines in Alphanon...'
Give it all to the bride?
When was the First Prince of Katzen so generous?
That's when Terence added.
"Oh, and at the end, as you can see, it's also the certificate of the Golden Rose Garden. It is located on the outskirts of Katzen's capital city, so unlike any other place, Her Highness the Princess can easily visit at any time."
"..."
Romagna, Benapro, Alphanon.
The familiar names are the fiefdoms and conquests under the First Prince.
Sissair frowned.
When the First Prince was a time-limited man, he understood why the Emperor couldn't try so hard to crush his power.
'You've got the money in your hand.'
"Her Highness the Princess is leaving her country, so he wants to be considerate so that she will not be lonely in a strange land."
Terence folded one eye slightly.
"However, I believe that the brilliant minister will understand. Why can we not officially convey this to Her Highness?"
The Velvet deed took on a complex form, passing through several owners and finally being transferred to the Princess, Medea.
He was silent for a moment, then cast a cold glance through his glasses.
"... Is it okay for you to reveal to us the source of the slush fund behind the curtain of His Highness the First Prince, so blatantly?"
The property of the First Prince, which even his father, Emperor Perdiccas II, did not know?
Terence paused at Sissair's question. He took off his glasses and brushed his dry face.
'I didn't want to tell you that.'
"Are you sure you're going to give it all away? What if you give it all away like this, and your marriage ends in three years?"
Before Gallo could finish speaking, Cesare's sharp voice burst out.
"It's up to whom."
"Huh? But at that time, Her Highness the Princess was clear..."
Didn't you say a three-year contract? Gallo tilted his head.
Terence looked at his friend, who denied what he had heard in both ears.
Did he jump off Locke and hit his head?
Then came a steadfast, unwavering voice.
"When Dea becomes Crown Princess, I will make her the master of Romagna. Move now that you can get over it right away."
Guild seats were only a cornerstone to reduce internal backlash. Romagna was the First Prince's own fiefdom, the land where he was born and raised.
Aside from the arrogance of making the Crown Prince's throne, which has not yet been confirmed, a fait accompli.
Medea's hand...
"You don't have to marry according to the contract."
Don't be fooled by the beautiful and colorful wrapping paper.
This is his dark motive to entangle Medea with him.
"Wait, boss. Does Her Highness the Princess of Valdina think so?"
"Did it sound like I'm asking your opinion?"
Gallo's mouth dropped. Terence shook his head.
***
"Marquis?"
Terence was distracted again by the sound of Sissair's voice. Terence picked up his glasses again.
"We're going to be a family, so what are you worried about? The First Prince is exceedingly gracious to her who once gave his heart."
'Ahh... Your Highness, the Princess. I'm sorry, you've been bitten by something vicious.'
He apologized to Medea in his heart.
He thinks he should warn her now, but if Cesare finds out, he might be thrown into the abyss for the rest of his life.
"But I didn't expect him to change like this."
Terence smiled faintly.
Maybe it's because they've been through so many tsunamis over the years.
His friend Cesare, as far as people are concerned, was so cold and dry that a stab would not produce a drop of blood.
There was no attachment to anyone and no regrets about past relationships.
'Cesare, you were human, too. Besides the desire to survive, something is holding you back.'
But now.
Like a child trying to win her favor by giving her his best toys, it was a strange relief that he was so desperate to hold on to someone.
"All you have to do is convey His Highness's feelings to Her Highness."
"..."
When there was no answer, Terence turned his head to stare at Sissair.
A slim physique and a tired-looking complexion.
It was the first time they met, but the two of them were quite similar.
'I've heard from Gallo that he looks like a wooden stone, but he doesn't seem so careless.'
Despite his good looks, he is showing off his unpleasant feelings.
Just as Terence had thought, he was wandering in a whirlwind of turmoil and discouragement, somewhere in a rage of emotions.
"Your Majesty. Is the missing Sir D'ANgel now with Her Highness the Princess?"
Ever since the oracle of Medea was delivered, Sissair has never slept a day.
"Your Excellency! News from His Majesty! Her Highness the Princess and you will soon be back in Valdina!"
The past few months of trying to protect her and Valdina in the aftermath of the Continental Congress have been overshadowed.
The news of Medea's marriage came like a thunderbolt.
'Why didn't I think of this possibility?'
Even with his brilliant mind, the succession of the oracle was wholly unexpected. In the form of Medea's marriage.
He accepted the inevitable choice in his head, but he didn't understand it in his heart.
Before he could quell the chaos, the First Prince's carriage rushed in.
"The engagement of Cesare Katzen and Her Royal Highness the Princess."
The innocent but still innocent face of the Princess was overlaid with the shadow of the arrogant and dangerous First Prince Katzen, and his heart seemed to drop.
'Not yet, too early. When Her Highness is a little older, when a little more time passes...'
At that moment, Sissair realized.
Why does his intellect refuse to accept the news of Medea's engagement?
'You're out of your mind. How dare you forget your duty as a servant.'
Sissair was sobered up like cold water being poured from the top of his head.
Sissair let out a self-help chuckle and shook his head slightly.
Behind his glasses, his eyes glazed over the stiff certificate.
"..."
What the three certificates have in common is that they hold the unofficial financial flow of the First Prince.
If it were in Medea's hands, the servants of the First Prince would have no choice but to bow to her.
As the First Prince, it is not just a nominal courtesy, but a real power.
"Then Her Highness will be able to carry out her will as she does in Valdina."
The realization that pierced him made him let out a short chuckle.
'The grandiose gift sent earlier was a bait to conceal this deed.'
Even the First Prince can't openly show his bride handing her a weapon to squeeze his limbs.
"Yes... Thank you for your noble will, His Highness the First Prince."
The First Prince of Katzen showed an inordinate devotion to this engagement, despite his notoriety.
Just as Peleus knew the ultimate reason for his reluctance to be Medea's mate, so did he have a way out to protect her in Katzen.
These deeds would be the basis for Medea's independent influence in Katzen.
The First Prince's certificate in front of him seemed to slap him on the cheek, telling him not to forget his duty.
"Don't worry, I will take His Highness the First Prince's intentions to heart and convey them to His Majesty and Her Royal Highness."
Sissair said yes with a more stern face than before.
"You have shown such generosity, and I would like to give you a fitting reward in Valdina. However, please understand that it will take some time to prepare."
At Sissair's words, Terence waved his hand.
"No, Sir. His Highness the First Prince did not want anything in return. However, he has strenuously asked us to make all the arrangements so that the ceremony can go smoothly and to assist Her Highness in the preparations."
He made a lot of plausible greetings, but the truth was the same.
He wanted to move the wedding day earlier than he had time to prepare for the ceremony.
"I didn't want to say that..."
Even Terence's face burned as he said that.
He poured out his gifts like a push and now he wants ot move up to the wedding... Who can casually convey such a brazen demand?
"... That's not my responsibility. However, I will convey it to His Majesty."
Luckily, at least there were no insults. Sissair replied nonchalantly.
But Terence didn't know.
Beneath the table, hidden in his sleeve, his fingertips are curled up tightly.
His tender heart, which had not been satisfied, sank silently before he could understand its meaning.
***
Imperial Palace of Valdina.
The formidable list of gifts sent by the First Prince Cesare was soon made known to Peleus.
"Your Majesty, look at the luster of those horses. If you are the warhorse of the Principality of Benapro, aren't you one of the best horses in the Empire?"
Human beings tend to only see what they like.
"Consecrated weapons would be very effective in suppressing demons..."
D'Angel, who had been flipping through the long list that seemed to reach the floor, sensed a chill rising from his side and fell silent.
Peleus narrowed his eyes and glared at D'Angel.
"...I'm sorry, Your Majesty."
The young Emperor's eyes were as cool as the winter wind.
Can't wait for them to get married! Ty so much for translating!!
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