Not long after Medea staggered out of the corridor, an attendant came to Rachel's side.
The cup that the ascetic priest accidentally touched fell over.
Chorrrr!
"Oh, I'm sorry, Saintess."
When Rachel's creamy robe became drenched, Paul cried out fiercely.
"You bastard! Where are you talking about this?"
It was then.
The moment the snorting high priest Paul slammed the table for Rachel, the back of the chair brushed against Rachel's right hand.
"...Whoops!"
Rachel's face contorted with an inaudible moan
"Holy maiden? Are you okay?"
Paul was surprised and hurried to check on Rachel.
However, he didn't find any scars on her white hands.
"Yes... It doesn't matter. Calm down. High Priest."
Rachel hurriedly turned around, hiding her right hand under her sleeve.
Then, without losing her smile, she arranged her clothes.
"It was a mistake. I just need to change my clothes, so don't scold him too much."
She quietly disappeared out of the corridor as if nothing had happened.
The pain rushed down her back like a sore, but she swallowed it with all her might.
The corridor of the central temple was silent in the thick darkness.
The acolyte from a moment ago quietly approached and stood beside Rachel.
"Did you deal with the one next to you?"
"Yes."
Wearing his robe pressed deeply, he led the way as if guiding the way.
The door to the chapel creaked open, and inside was Neril, unconscious.
The dagger in her side and the blood flowing from her mouth seemed to show the fierce physical fight she had just had.
'It's less than 10 stars, it's overblown.'
Rachel raised the corners of her mouth crookedly.
Remembering how she never left Medea's side like a loyal dog, she became even more grumpy.
"Good work."
Rachel stepped on the back of Neril's hand.
She gave it a lot of force, as if crushing her flesh, but there was no response from the unconscious knight.
Rachel finally got up and soon found Medea lying beneath the stone wall of the chapel.
"..."
Boom. Her heart was beating.
Rachel stood in front of Medea, as if she were running toward her, and slowly ducked.
She put her hand under the Princess's nose.
She didn't feel anything.
There was only a slight lukewarm feeling on her skin, but she couldn't get a pulse anymore.
The damp coldness characteristic of the dead permeated her fingertips.
"Ahaha! That's it, finally!"
Rachel let out a cry of joy.
"Mother! I did it!"
Venus and prophecy are all over now. Because this sissy doesn't breathe anymore.
"Child of prophecy? Don't be funny, it's over. Now it's all..."
Rachel stopped talking and checked the time. She can't leave her seat for too long. It is still too early to raise a toast.
"...Take this to the judgment room."
She quietly spoke to the priest standing beside her.
The use of this sissy is not over yet.
The Judgment Chamber will be the place where everyone will be presented to this epic end.
Rachel swallowed her surging joy silently.
***
"Bring it to the judgment room."
Rachel, who turned her back on her with a cold command, left the chapel.
"..."
When the acolyte arrived at the Chamber of Judgment and was about to set aside the body of the dead Princess, the shadow that had been hidden in the darkness slid out.
"Whoa!"
At the same time, a silver sword struck like lightning and pierced the ascetic priest's chest. At the same time, a short spill grazed the nape of his neck.
Before he could even scream, the priest collapsed.
At the same time, just as the body of the Princess he was carrying was about to fall, a shadow in the darkness hugged her.
The moonlight shone on his face.
It was Theo, a handsome paladin with a hard face.
He carefully embraced Medea, stepping inside.
Theo carefully set her down on the cold altar and swallowed his exhaled.
"Your Highness."
"..."
His trembling hand touched Medea, but he touched the altar.
She lay motionless, her eyes closed.
"...Are you okay?"
"..."
Suddenly, his heart sank.
'I followed the plan, but why... Isn't she waking up?'
Theo changed the glasses before she became conscious.
What Medea drank was not the poison that Rachel had put in her glass.
It was a medicine that temporarily stopped Medea's breathing and pulse to deceive Rachel's eyes.
The amount and concentration of the drug that was put in were accurately calculated for time and effect...
He prepared perfectly so that there would be no error. No, he believed so...
'What if I made a mistake...'
Was the medicine a little too much? Or maybe it didn't match the constitution of the Princess?
Was there a side effect that he was not aware of?
Ominous imaginations began to gnaw at Theo's mind.
"I shouldn't have accepted the order to use your body as bait."
This cold-hearted, vicious woman, who used everyone as a mere chess piece, was no exception even for herself.
This silence while the Princess was not awakened, and to Theo, it felt like being crushed by a sharp sword.
"I'm afraid that the operation will fail, that I will lose the opportunity to judge the fake Saintess, so I'm anxious."
That's why he's so afraid. There is no other reason...
"Wake up!"
When Theo's fingertips went cold, Medea's eyes finally opened.
"..."
The indifferent and cold green eyes in his memory were staring at him clearly.
"God..."
Theo pressed his forehead against the altar as if he were about to collapse. A sense of relief burst out from the depths of his chest.
"What is the cup of covenant?"
Medea opened her eyes and slowly stood up, and asked nonchalantly.
She didn't care at all when she saw Theo's strong reaction. He replied resolutely.
"Yes, we have prepared it."
In a few moments, when the Saintess's identity is revealed, the real cup of covenant, which she poisoned, will be presented to the Pope and the High Priests as conclusive evidence.
"Together... How did you know that she would choose the Chamber of Judgment?"
Theo asked.
The Princess correctly predicted the actions of the Saintess in the same temple, even though she did not know it, in the distant Valdina.
'... Rachel would try to make the most of my death.'
"I have to pretend my death like a divine punishment to regain my authority as a saint. There is no better stage for her."
Judgment Room.
If it were this holy place where the goddess sees through sins that humans cannot see, and gives justice.
Medea turned and looked around the room.
"But Rachel, it's not just the Statue of Justice she wishes for."
She would have focused only on the statue of the goddess standing tall in the center. However, the huge flame hanging behind the altar below was actually a camouflaged glass wall.
It was a place for those who would silently watch everything that happened in the judgment room.
And next to it, behind the curtain, hung casually, is the mirror of essence that was transferred from the mirror room.
It was the only stage prepared only for the Saintess, equipped with a mirror to reveal the truth and a glass wall to watch everything.
"Now, it's time to have an audience."
At Medea's brief congratulatory message, Theo came to his senses and nodded.
***
Back to the central corridor.
The corridor was still full of music and laughter.
The elderly guests sat at the tables and sipped glasses of the World Tree.
On the other hand, on the floor, young and gorgeous men and women danced in pairs to the soft melody of the harp.
Rachel glanced across the corridor.
The reception was in full swing, and no one had noticed the Princess's absence yet.
"When the song of the sacrament sounds, I will come to bless you again. Now that I have all the examples, I should concentrate on my duty of prayer for a while."
The Pope and the High Priests had also left, so Rachel's remarks were taken naturally.
Rachel stepped out of the corridor.
'Stupid things. You are laughing without knowing what happened.'
He glanced at the Agemas, who were mingling with the mercenaries on the facade and having a martial arts duel with them.
That loud laughter will soon become a cry.
Rachel's heart beat.
Imagining that their bright faces would be submerged one by one in the despair that was about to come.
Moments later, the chapel of the Virgin.
Rachel stepped inside.
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