The cold sigh he let out seemed to reach the leather book on the table.
"Your Majesty. I dare say something."
"..."
"The First Prince who went on the expedition with me was as notorious as ever. He was sharp and cruel. However, as a comrade, he was trustworthy. He was the first to jump into danger and never backed down before the enemy."
"..."
"More than anything, he guarded Her Highness thoroughly. Even when I collapsed from exhaustion, he never took his eyes off Her Highness for a single moment. That arrogant man followed Her Highness Medea like a loyal guard."
D'Angel paused for a moment, taking a hesitant breath.
"Your Majesty. I know that we must be wary of him. However, in this situation where the entire continent is after Her Highness, there is no one other than us Valdina who is trying to protect Her Highness-"
It may not be all bad, right?
Didn't my lord once face a more brutal future than this?
A farewell without any promise of ever seeing or finding his sister again.
Peleus's eyebrows furrowed as if he had understood what D'Angel had not finished saying.
"Yes, then get out."
D'Angel swallowed a sigh at the cold air that still showed no sign of letting up.
'Well, even after finding out the true meaning of the certificate that Sissair had pointed out, you still act like this. Anyway, I told you everything I had to tell you.'
Actually, from here on out, it's the realm of emotions.
No matter what he does, he will never be able to please her brother as his precious younger sister's partner.
In fact, it was right that his lord had no intention of taking good care of the First Prince from the beginning.
Look at it now.
'How can you be so indifferent when you are standing before the dazzling treasures of gold and silver on the continent?'
Even the unceasing coldness paradoxically grew stronger like a burning furnace.
Medea, who was actually the one getting married, let out a short sigh when she saw the First Prince's gift and immediately went back with only the leather book.
"Tell that to Sissair."
Just as D'Angel was about to take a step, a cold voice was heard.
"Never fall behind in preparing Dea's dowry."
Even if it costs several years' worth of national treasury, it must be shown that Valdina is strongly standing behind Medea.
In the end, it meant that he was going to acknowledge the engagement.
"Yes, I will do that."
D'Angel sighed in relief at Peleus' tacit approval.
D'Angel, who came out of the imperial palace, stopped walking.
'Until the wedding... Will it be okay?'
He wouldn't be surprised if his lord changed his mind and ran away with Medea.
"Ha..."
D'Angel sighed.
I guess I'll have to keep my mind on it until the meal is over.
***
Holy Land Sacramontis.
Crack, crack.
In the central temple, in the Saintess's room, a strange sound like fingernails being bitten resonated.
"Medea..."
"A fate that I do not grasp is not mine."
"Why did you say that? What did you see? Did you know what you were saying?"
Rachel could not escape the meaningful last sentence thrown by Medea.
Now again, it was no secret that the lucky girl had managed to avoid a fake oracle spectacularly.
"If you've noticed, if you've already awakened..."
Rachel, who had been muttering anxiously, soon shook her head.
"No. The warlocks didn't say anything..."
The awakening of the Saintess is accompanied by a powerful energy of light.
Light and darkness always reflect each other, so the dark magicians said that darkness, in return, cannot help but notice their presence.
"If she had awakened, she should have realized that the oracle was fake. But she still hasn't figured it out."
The Saintess can see the future as clearly as if she were looking at reality.
But Rachel felt it instinctively.
'That girl's awakening is almost over...or even if she's already awakened, her power is incomplete.'
Drops of blood fell from the gaps in the skin torn by the teeth.
'If Medea fully awakens like this... what about me?'
The moment her thoughts reached that point, a cold sweat ran down her spine.
'I'm useless. They'll just get rid of me.'
Rachel knew all too well what the warlocks did with sacrifices that had outlived their usefulness.
So now, only Rachel herself should know about Medea's condition.
"I knew I'd be thrown away like a burden."
Rachel gritted her teeth.
She didn't devote her life here to being treated like a consumable.
She struggled tirelessly with only one goal in mind: to make that girl's brilliant destiny hers.
Even though that wicked woman repeatedly blocked her path, Rachel never gave up.
Do you think it would have been easy for me, a master of black magic, to establish myself as a Saintess in this central temple, right in the middle of enemy territory?
And now, just because that girl woke up, I have to lose everything so easily?
Crack. crack.
The jarring sound echoed again in the quiet room.
She bit her nails roughly, and the blood that had stopped started to flow again, but she didn't care.
"I can't do this anymore."
Rachel jumped up, the hem of her cream-colored dress brushing the floor.
The woman reflected in the mirror was pale. Her bloodless, pale lips were curved eerily.
"I should have taken that woman's life! Only then would Selene's fate have been completely mine!"
"Rachel, don't forget. To make her orbit yours, you have to take away her family, her love, her accomplishments, everything. Even her death!"
"I have to kill that guy myself."
Rachel's voice overlapped that of her dead mother.
Before the Dark Magicians of the Golden Throne know, she moves first.
The moment Medea dies, any possibility of awakening will disappear completely.
"In the end, everything about that girl naturally fell into my hands."
A single death would be enough to redeem all the helpless failures that had so far taken nothing from Medea.
The only question left is how to put it into practice.
'The weapon the warlocks gave me is still in my hand.'
Those who are by her side as the priests of performance.
The disciples raised by the black magicians were those with outstanding skills who were predicted to be the next owners of the Golden Throne.
'They might be able to turn the First Prince's eyes away.'
Even though she may not return alive.
***
The office of the priests is directly under the Saintess.
"Are you crazy? Who are you killing?"
One of the disciples gritted his teeth and shouted.
The faces of the priests who attended Rachel hardened when they heard her plan.
"I thought the child of prophecy said that she should be dealt with after she has taken away all of her destiny?"
"Does the Master know about this? That you are unilaterally trying to throw our entire plan into the mud?"
All the suppressed anger exploded in an instant.
They came here to help Rachel at the command of their teacher.
However, due to repeated failures, they were forced to remain in the hated central temple indefinitely.
Even at this very moment, their place next to the teacher is being eaten up by those below them who are rising up.
"Even the fake trust that was made by breaking the golden rule failed, and now you dare to do this..."
The man's words were split.
Knock knock!
"I'm going back. I wondered what the hell he was talking about, calling me so early in the morning!"
These filthy things. Poison spurted into Rachel's eyes. The purple light glowed eerily.
"Stop."
At that moment, the feet of the priest who was about to leave suddenly stopped.
A goat-shaped mark appeared above her widening eyes.
"Come to me and kneel down. Bow your head and lick my shoes."
Rachel's voice was soft, yet somehow damp, as if it was oozing with stale malice.
The priest moved his body.
Thud, thud. Thud. Boom.
There was nothing of his own will in this series of actions.
He just looked up at Rachel with blank eyes and a grumpy face.
"You do as you are told, you are a good person."
Rachel spoke affectionately, placing her foot on the priest's forehead and pressing the tip of her shoe deeper into his mouth.
"Ugh, ugh!"
He spat out a clump of dark red blood, foaming at the corner of his mouth.
"You, you did you cast black magic on that kid?"
The voice of another priest watching the scene trembled.
"You guys don't seem to be like that?"
"You crazy woman! You're pointing a knife at your own teammate?! Are you out of your mind!"
What about the same side? Rachel giggled.
They treat her like a thorn in their side, so she wonders if she hasn't thought of a way to deal with them.
"Come here."
The priest's eyes were filled with despair.
That's when he realized.
He should never have accepted this damn bitch from the start.
This girl is a disaster, a plague that spreads like poison and ruins everything for herself alone.
"No."
The priest gasped and stepped back. But it was too late.
"If we touch the Princess now, our organization will be exposed. No, we can't, so..."
The voice gradually became smaller and trembled.
The eyes of the performing priests became dark, and they lost their senses.
"You guys just shut up and do what I say."
Rachel no longer had any intention of following anyone's orders.
The arrogance of a victor intoxicated with absolute power was evident between the corners of her lips.
But Rachel was too busy looking down with satisfaction at the brainwashed priests banging their heads on the floor to notice the paladin's presence hiding behind a pillar in the distance.
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