Her clean priestly robe was stained with dust and blood, and her face was filled with a smirk that she had painstakingly subsided.
"The sinner's struggle to avoid the search is too intense... She had no choice but to faint."
She took a breath and continued her report, and then spoke clearly.
"It was as Her Highness the Princess said. There was a golden note engraved under the sinner's tongue."
She said that it was a small trace left in a very deep place, and that she would not have known it if she hadn't looked closely.
The left man swallowed his surprise.
How could the Princess know about it without even seeing it?
If so, the Princess's warning that Rachel would once again shake the faith of the people of the Holy Kingdom was also credible.
"Isolate the guilty with a pitch-black layer. Until the day of execution, all interrogations and investigations do not leave the place. Do not let the demands of the sinner be conveyed at all."
The Pope ordered.
Rachel's spark of counterattack was extinguished in vain by Medea's words.
"Sir Leonor, is there anything else you would like to say?"
When Medea left after hearing the Pope's assurances, she was confronted by Leonor, the chief of the Knights Templar, and the knights who had followed him.
"...Your Highness, the Princess."
He still looked confused.
"I would like to express my deepest apologies for the disrespect I have committed to you as a temple knight."
He bowed his head. The proud knight's prestige was gone, and there was a gloom in the air.
Medea looked down at the upright Templar Commander.
Even among the fanatics who defended the false Saintess, they knew that he tried to keep the right until the end.
"How could that be your fault? Not even countless priests have figured it out."
"But..."
Leonor glanced at Theo beside him and looked even more embarrassed. The other temple knights behind him were no different.
Only Theo stood silently.
Medea comforted them with a few short words, but she did not offer to accept the Knights Templar as her escort.
As Leonor swallowed a bitter laugh, Medea glanced at Theo.
"Wait, I want to borrow Sir Theodore."
"Yes, Theo, come to the theater after the audience."
Soon, only Medea, Cesare, and Theo were left in the quiet hallway.
After the storm, the central temple was blown by a fresh breeze as if it had never been before.
"You heard it. Nothing changes. I'm going to Katzen."
"Yes."
Theo bit his lip.
"It means that I will never come back to the Holy Kingdom."
The Knights Templar, who guarded her, will remain here without a master. And Theo, too.
It was obvious that the Princess would not have him by her side.
'I made the wrong choice every time. No revolution, no faith.'
There is no way that the Princess will allow a foolish person who is too harsh to see through the truth.
"This will be the end of my entanglement with you in the future."
The Princess also drew a line with the Holy Nation.
The only thing that could be done was to hold on to her so that she could not completely abandon the name.
It was funny and bitter that a holy country that was rejected by God's representative would go down in history as an unprecedented shame.
"I have a command for you."
At that moment, a clear voice sounded, and Theo raised his eyes. He was unknowingly polite.
"Yes... Your Highness. Command anything."
Cesare sensed the breathless euphoria in the young paladin's eyes. A faint sneer crossed his golden eyes.
"I don't think so, but if something happens to Rachel's execution by the temple... Or if she is relensed..."
A calm but chilling voice rang out.
Theo froze.
"You kill Rachel."
"..."
"And bring the body to me."
She accepted the Pope's request to free herself from the interference of the Holy State and restore her mother's honor, but she has no intention of letting Rachel go.
Theo looked up in surprise.
Then he looked at Cesare's reaction and at Medea.
Can Cesare listen to this order?
Isn't he her husband? Doesn't she think it's too cruel, that Medea is evil?
A handful of concern flashed through his eyes.
However, Medea's expression did not change. Finally, Theo nodded firmly.
"I obey the command of the Holy Woman."
Then he withdrew.
Seeing Theo walking away, Medea glanced at Cesare.
"This is me. So you should know."
The reason she gave the order to Theo in his presence was to make it clear to Cesare
"If you make this man the Emperor of Katzen."
After that, Medea must also be prepared.
From the moment he was crowned by the Emperor, he would no longer be the person he once was.
"Dea, you don't have to love me."
Medea smiled.
Under the shadow of brilliant power, promises lose their shine, and old affections become infinitely insignificant.
Perdiccas II was like that. Jason was like that, and Cesare would be no exception.
That's why she's warning him. Don't betray me in the name of a contract, not a feeling.
"I don't forgive anything."
"I'll keep it in mind."
Cesare raised the corners of his mouth and bowed gracefully.
Far from being surprised, it was a nonchalant reaction as if he knew her intentions from the beginning.
"Your Highness, you're here!"
"Madam Pinatelli."
At that time, Madame Pinatelli, the imperial maid of Valdina, was busy visiting Medea.
She was now busy packing her belongings for her husband's country.
"There is something that Your Highness needs to look at."
Cesare looked at Medea's back as she left.
He couldn't take his eyes off the swaying water-colored dress hem.
"Gallo."
"Yes, boss."
"Ask the Facade in the temple to watch over Rachel, because the warlocks will try to get her back."
Gallo looked up.
"Yes?"
"And if you find it, kill it."
The reason why Rachel is not executed immediately is to wipe out the warlocks behind her.
Of course, the Holy State would track it down, but Cesare had no intention of leaving the Warlock treatment in their hands.
Unlike the Knights Templar, who sought inside information, Cesare waited for outside clues from the beginning.
"It doesn't matter if the Pope doesn't take care of it. Whatever Holy Nation's intentions, Rachel will end here."
In the clear sentences, there was arrogance or confidence in not allowing any variables
"...Yes."
Gallo paused for a moment and then asked.
"Boss, why is Her Highness the Princess giving me the same order she gave to the Temple Knight earlier? She just left it to that knight..."
Gallo was silent at the sight of Cesare's eyes.
"Oh, I'll check back on my going to Katzen. You have to take care of it carefully. Haha."
Gallo scratched his head and left. Now, the only thing left in the hallway of the temple was Cesare.
He lowered his gaze. In front of the Great Hall, a carriage with Valdina's Imperial family emblem was preparing to depart vigorously.
"..."
However, Cesare's face was a little complicated.
Last night, he heard the words of Medea, who was tormented by nightmares.
"All your life. Katzen has been a land of misery for you. From the beginning to the end."
He would be lying if he said he didn't feel remorse for bringing her back to this place.
Apart from the joy that Medea chose him, even though he was wearing the tag of Katzen.
He looked up.
He saw the continental evangelism hanging in the hallway of the temple.
The largest Katzen was Impressive.
"..."
Cesare did not leave his seat in front of the preacher for a while.
***
Central temple, Valdina accommodation.
The night before departure, Madame Pinatelli held out the book to Medea.
"It may not be appropriate for me to give it to you, but I think Your Highness should know about it."
She knew that the fake Saintess uproar had disturbed the First Prince and Medea's night.
'It's rather good. Her Highness, who knows nothing, can now prepare her mind a little.'
There was only one woman in the imperial court of Valdina and Medea, and there was no one else to talk to her.
Medea took the book and stopped.
She thought the book Madame Pinatelli gave her was Kazten's list of nobles, but unexpectedly...
"Your Highness. You can close your eyes at the beginning of the night."
Madam Pinatelli's fine forehead narrowed.
If the First Prince was so rough in his castle, even in bed, she had to tell her master.
"Your Highness does not have to endure anything. It is very Important to convey what Your Highness thinks to the First Prince. Whether the 1st Prince accepts it or not, Your Highness' joy comes first."
"..."
Madame Pinatelli pauses.
Did the 1st Prince have any experience? None of the rumors she had heard had anything to do with him.
He doesn't have any close female family.
'If you do, the 1st Prince will be clumsy too. It would be difficult if no one could lead it. I guess you could have sent me a copy of this over there.'
Medea looked at Madame Pinatelli's expression, which darkened and brightened in real time in her mind.
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