Madam Pinatelli would not know that she already had two children... Medea folded the book slightly.
Whether she has a book or not, things won't change much.
Even though she loved him, the nights she spent with him were not very pleasant in her memory.
But now, Medea's sobbing, too, swallowed a small laugh.
"Your Highness, you may not know what I mean now, but you will know in due time..."
"Yes, ma'am. Don't worry too much."
Medea nodded nonchalantly. However, she didn't intend to take the book with her, so she put it away.
"What is this?"
However, perhaps the heavens knew about Madame Pinatelli's devotion, and the mysterious book soon caught the eye of Medea's maids.
The lid of the book was beautifully decorated with silk, so Neril, who opened the book involuntarily, thought it was something special, and hardened like a wooden stone.
"This, this..."
Then her face turned red. Rather than being ashamed, she looked angry.
"Someone brought such a disrespectful thing!"
"Neril, what kind of book is it?"
"You... I don't know. If you open it, you will be scolded."
Saya asked, and Neril shivered and put the book away.
Curious, Saya glanced her head out.
'If you look at it covered with silk, it looks like a precious book, but you can't mess with it. I will ask Her Highness again.'
The overly sincere young maid retrieved the book that Neril had put in the trash and placed it on the luggage.
Then, she was so busy preparing that she forgot about it.
Madam Pinatelli's book was silently buried in her luggage again.
The next day, the day dawned.
The Emperor of Valdina accompanied his sister to the border of the Holy Land to see her off.
"Dea. You should always be healthy. If anything happens, you must tell this brother."
"It's not like I'll never see you again."
Medea hugged her brother tightly.
"Peleus."
Blue eyes, silvery hair. Her flesh and blood are amazingly similar to her.
"Now that I have fulfilled my father's wish to make Valdina a great success, and I have regained my mother's honor. I hope that my brother will be a little freer now."
"..."
"I should have told you earlier."
It will soon be known to the continent that the previous Queen of Valdina was not a lowly dancer, but a sacred tribal lineage.
Peleus turned to Menil, the vice-captain behind Medea.
Menil recognized the signal and prostrated.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. The gods will sacrifice their lives to protect Her Highness."
Peleus, who was not at all comfortable with sending his only sister to the wolf-infested Katzen Empire, wanted to send D'Angel, the head of Agema, with her.
However, Medea strongly opposed it, so she finally took Menil, the vice leader.
"Menil, he still lacks auror control, and he has a lot of shortcomings."
"Do you want to take Sir D'Angel and take him away?"
Would the greedy Perdiccas II stand idly by and watch the great master of Valdina in front of him?
Peleus swallowed a sigh and nodded.
His blue eyes turned to Cesare, who was looking at him from a distance.
Whenever he thinks of the fact that the blood of the greedy Emperor Katzen flows through his body, Peuleus feels a sense of anticipation down his spine as he did on the battlefield.
"But he's also the man Dea chose."
He regarded his sister's words as if they were gold, so he had no choice but to believe them.
Peleus reached out to Cesare. Cesare paused for a moment and then accepted the hand.
"Thank you."
However, no matter how much he looked at it, he didn't like it, and he couldn't help but squeeze his fists.
It was a grip strength that would make the culprit scream.
Peleus even patted Cesare's shoulder in a friendly way, approached him quietly, and whispered.
"If you hurt her, I will take her back to Valdina without hesitation."
He added that he was going to choose the second brother-in-law as his favorite and a native of his country.
"It seems that you had someone in mind."
Cesare sang lazily. But Peleus had just seen a faint spark fly in his golden eyes.
The grip that came to him was also very tight.
"Be well, brother."
Cesare smiled without blinking an eye.
"Next time, you'll see my nephew."
Seeing the blue snow cool down, the corners of Cesare's mouth rose a little more
"What have you been talking about for so long?"
After saying goodbye to the others. Medea's eyebrows were raised when she saw their hands clasped together.
"..."
It was a little similar to the way it took a step back as if it were on fire.
This time, they worked together to pursue Rachel and the masterminds, and they seemed to have gotten along quite well.
"Your Highness, it's time to leave."
Medea nodded. As they were about to get into the carriage, Cesare silently held out his hand.
The arms on which she rested were smooth and firm.
Rattle. Rattle.
The wagon wheels began to move slowly.
Medea opened the window. The Valdinians smiled and waved.
Peleus stared at the carriage running in the bright sunlight for a long time.
He couldn't leave his seat until he couldn't see his sister's face anymore through the small window of the carriage.
The smile that had been smiling at had long since disappeared.
"God."
If you really chose Dea as your representative.
"Please protect her."
As if he were exhaling. He couldn't tell if it was a prayer or a lamentation.
If it were not for the Emperor's crown on his head, people would not have dared to take their eyes off the beautiful young man who was soaked in excellence.
***
The central shrine of the Holy Kingdom, the dungeon.
The damp moss and faint smell of water brushed the tip of her nose. The pitch-black darkness on her skin slowly engulfed her.
At that moment, a torch flashed in front of her eyes as if tearing through her vision.
Choak!
The icy cold water pouring down on her head raised Rachel's consciousness wildly.
"Tell me, you're a jingling."
Rachel opened her eyes.
She couldn't tell how much time had passed.
How many times has the darkness receded and been thrown into this cold reality?
How many nights?
One hand was hideously crouched, and the other was shackled with thick shackles that restrained the magic.
"Medea. Take the Princess... I'll let you know when I come..."
However, Rachel looked up, and there was still beauty on her face.
This is why the interrogation did not go to the worst. But Rachel was not grateful at all.
"Do you think I don't know that you're trying to use me to capture the warlocks?"
"So hurry up, go ahead... Bring it on. While you linger, the warlocks are devouring the continent of Smulsmerl."
Are you going to leave it like this? Shouldn't we save the continent?
"So go back and tell them. I will only speak in front of Medea..."
"You're still out of your mind."
Choak!
The jailer picked up the bucket again and poured ice water on her.
"It's been a while since Her Highness left, but is Her Highness still in the race?"
"What?"
Rachel was stunned. She squeezed the jailer's sleeve with her parched hands.
She didn't expect that she would be deprived of the opportunity to show her last move.
"What, you left? Uh, where?"
"Where's it? Of course it's Katzen! She is the one who will become the Empress!"
Rachel couldn't understand.
"She can't do that. I'm still here..."
"Ha, what's yours? Do you still think that you are the Saintess we revere? He doesn't even dare you look up at it anymore!"
The guard spat and kicked the grate roughly. But Rachel didn't seem to hear him, who was in shock.
"Her Highness is not here."
A voice echoed low behind him, and the guard froze.
It was Leonor, the commander of the Knights of the Temple, dressed in white cream-colored armor.
"Leo, Lord Leonor..."
Rachel quickly gave him a pitiful look. Leonor didn't show any signs of it, but he had been watching her for a long time.
Contempt appeared on his face.
"Sir, don't you believe me? Were you really deceived by her scheme?"
Rachel trembled.
She lifted her head. She could see the filthy interior of a sealed dungeon with no creation cars the size of the palm of her hand.
She couldn't even remember the last time shr saw the sky.
By now, the carriage carrying Medea should be running freely under the clear sky.
How so... Why only me...
Rachel's eyes were full of veins.
"Bring them out. His Holiness's message to move to the pitch-black layer."
"Yes."
Pitch black layer? Is it going to be worse than here now? Rachel muttered with blank eyes, then her expression contorted.
If she gets there, she will not be able to escape.
It was so deep in the central temple that even warlocks couldn't easily infiltrate.
'If they give up on me.'
She may rot in the abyss of darkness for the rest of her life.
Rachel's face turned red when she realized that she had been driven into a dead end.
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