TCIWTFY - Part 2 Chapter 133

"..."

Cesare also raised his eyebrows when he saw Medea, who had paused for a moment.

Soon, he saw a white anemone and understood the whole story.

Cesare's eyes turned cold.

'It's been less than half a day since I entered the Holy City.'

His enemies were already targeting Medea.

Just as Cesare was about to step forward, Medea picked up a bouquet of anemones, pretending not to notice.

A faint sense of satisfaction flashed through her eyes.

"Your Highness, the First Princess?"

Medea, who was supposed to place a bouquet of flowers on the throne, turned up unexpectedly.

Then she walked towards the Empress. The hem of the velvet dress swayed gracefully over the steps without the slightest impatience.

One step. One step.

At the piercing gaze, the hand of the Empress, which was folded over her knees, spontaneously tightened.

'... Did you notice? So you're coming to protest to me right away?'

The noble wives who were watching behind the Empress North seemed to shrink little by little.

Empress North immediately slumped her shoulders.

'That's fine as it is.'

If Medea is emotionally shaken in the here and now, that alone will be revealing to the world that she is a servant.

No matter how much the First Prince crushes the nobles of Katzen with fear, it is difficult for him to completely control the social world.

Where the tongue, sharper than the sword, reigns.

Here, you can break a person without lifting a finger.

The reaction of First Princess is also not afraid. After all, the Emperor will be behind her.

When faced with a common enemy, her husband is more paranoid and stubborn than anyone else.

"The First Princess..."

It was time for Empress North to speak first.

Just before reaching her, the First Princess turned around gently.

'What are you going to do?'

The moment people's eyes were on her, the 1st Princess took a step back and quietly put down the bouquet of white anemones she was holding.

In the place of the Empress, which is empty.

"I wish to dedicate my first noble will as a member of the imperial family to the two of you who now support this empire."

Your Majesty.

For the first time. Empress North's face was shaken.

In a clear voice, the 1st Princess turned to the speechless High Priest Norman.

"High priest, the goddess will understand the practice of doing what your will leads, right?"

"Your Highness, the Princess..."

"You all know who the true symbol of Katzen's orthodoxy is at this moment."

"..."

"His Majesty's throne is absent here, so I have to dedicate it to the Empress."

Medea bowed down to the place of the Empress, who had put down the bouquet of flowers, without losing her breath.

It was the same etiquette that had been shown in the oath of gods and empires a moment ago.

'Alas. Yes, there was an Empress.'

People thought about it. It was the Empress who raised the First Prince.

No matter how much the Empress of the West or the Empress of the East competed for power, there was only one ruler of Perdiccas II engraved on the throne stone: Empress Eleanor.

"That's right. She was like a poor woman, a living Saint."

"Since you raised the First Prince safely in such hardships, you need to receive the example of the first emperor."

"If she were alive, she would have been thrilled to see him now."

Those who remembered the Empress spoke out one by one. Their eyes became foggy as if they were recalling distant memories.

'You sissy....'

The hem of the skirt was crumpled badly in the hands of the Empress North.

The forgotten name of Empress Eleanor has resurfaced because of Medea's single action.

It was like pouring cold water on the face of Empress North, who had been trying to erase her for decades.

'You are using cunning moves.'

By highlighting the deceased Empress, she made people think that the First Prince she raised, naturally inherited the legitimacy of the imperial family.

This is even though the two did not have a drop of blood.

The Empress of the West, who seemed to freeze people, looked at Medea.

But Medea received it without wavering.

Meanwhile, Cesare, who had been watching it all, stopped. How could Medea know about her mother's existence?

But he soon remembered Kensington, who was by Medea's side.

'How much does Dea know?'

In addition to the fact that the deceased Empress Eleanor was the Empress who raised Cesare, which is known externally.

Does she know what kind of love-hate and remorse remain between the two?

He straightened.

The golden eye, which alternated between the empty seat of the Empress and Medea, was deeply precipitated.

[Monk.]

Meanwhile, Eratosthenes, who was sitting on the other side, also stiffened. Even if the young monk waved his sleeve, he wouldn't notice it.

"..."

The piercing eyes between his wrinkled eyes stared deeply at Medea.

***

With memories and the future mixed, the coronation ceremony of the First Prince and his wife ended, successfully.

Now there was only the march left.

It was the moment when the 1st Emperor appeared in front of the crowd at Katzen.

"....Your Highness. I did as I was told."

Saya came closer to fix her disheveled clothes and whispered softly. Medea grinned and climbed into the carriage.

"Your Highness. Your Highness. You will pass through the square and go around the city. It will be crowded, but please hold on for a little while because we are here to see you."

Medea, sitting on the open carriage, nodded.

Boom!

Cannons for slopes exploded everywhere.

The streets that ran through the center of the city were packed with people. They pulled their head out and tried to look at the rumored First Prince and his wife.

"Is that her? Is she the Princess of Valdina?"

"Now that the coronation ceremony is over, it's our Crown Prince! Don't you know when you see His Highness the First Prince right next to you?"

The First Prince and his wife received the enthusiasm and gaze of the crowd.

In particular, people could not take their eyes off the 1st Crown Princess rather than the 1st Crown Prince, who had become accustomed to it through numerous triumphal ceremonies.

The beautiful First Princess and the small crown of Coronet on his head were a surprisingly good match.

The First Prince leaned over and whispered something, and the First Princess smiled.

The beautiful figure of a good man and a beautiful woman like a painting that the painter painstakingly painted all his life made them feel good just by looking at them.

"Your Highness, the Princess, nice to meet you!"

A child shouted from the window on the second floor. A pile of flowers thrown from a small hand fell toward the carriage.

"Stop!"

However, the moment the flowers fell, the march was stopped all at once.

"Come on, check it out!"

The imperial guards hurriedly rushed into the wagons.

Just as something flew out of the air, they reflexively set their blades.

Paat!

One of the guards jumped up from his horse and grabbed the child by the scruff of the neck at the window and dragged him down.

The imperial family of Katzen has been the target of many assassinations as much as its reputation.

Among them, the 1st Prince has received the most death blades.

“Whoah!”

The child burst into tears at the touch of the ugly guard.

"Didn't you know that if you tried your hand at the imperial carriage, you would be severely punished?"

Just by listening to it, the voice of the stern guard rang out.

"I'm sorry. The child was young and did it without knowing how to do it. I'm sorry. Ha, please forgive me just once."

The child's contemplative father rushed out and bowed his head.

It was also a time to urgently shut the mouth of a crying child who was about to break the heart of a precious person.

As a continental power, Katzen's hierarchy was clear.

The Katzen royal family was as arrogant as their wealth and power, and they did not allow the common people to ridicule them.

Even the march was stopped because his son threw a bunch of flowers at the First Princess.

Perhaps he had offended his superiors, and his father was anxious.

The father of the child closed his eyes tightly, not knowing if the man who would blow his throat if he breathed on the battlefield would swing his sword at any moment.

"What a child did with a good heart. Sir, please forgive him this time."

A gentle voice was heard.

"But Your Highness."

"Even if you tell me to leave it alone."

The First Princess shouted softly. The guard was surprised by the soft but dignified voice.

"Yes. Your Highness."

Then, when he received Cesare's cold gaze, he completely lowered his tail and retreated.

"Your Highness, the Princess has been gracious to him, so please withdraw and watch the procession quietly."

The furious knight immediately threw his sword and retreated at the words of the 1st Prince.

At the very least, the father, who was prepared to be taken away, held the child and looked devastated.

"What are you doing without backing down? Are you going to delay the march any longer?"

"Oh, no! I appreciate it. Thank you, Your Highness!"

The father bowed to the First Princess.

At that moment, the eyes of the First Princess met the child in his father's arms.

Medea grinned and picked up a bunch of flowers on her lap. Then she put it in her ear.

When he realized that it was the bunch of flowers he threw earlier, his face lit up like a moonball.

"It's beautiful! It's like a Princess! More than our Princesses!"

"Shh... Dad told you to be quiet! I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

The father hurriedly backed away, covering the child's mouth to drag him back from the hell where he had barely survived.

Even after the father and son entered the crowd, the 1st Princess did not remove the flower from his ear.

It was a wildflower that did not match the gorgeous crown at all, but all the people present also looked at her as she did not ignore the gift of a commoner child.

The arrogant First Prince also did not tell him to take the child, but simply passed the strand of her hair to the side of her ear, which was disturbed by the blossoms.

Even the subordinates felt awkward because it meant that they would be generous, which did not suit him at all.

“Waaaaa!”

Even though he was being chased by his father's hands, the child screamed when he saw the First Princess with the flowers he had given her.

The Princess gently raised her hand and waved at the child who was walking away in return.

Seeing this, a Katzenin muttered as if possessed.

"The Princess of Valdina treats her people like her own children. After all, it was because the same blood was flowing. She is quite different from the arrogant royal family of Katzen."

The way they treated their child's trivial gifts with sincerity touched their hearts.

It was then.

An unbelievable scene unfolded before the eyes of the people who filled the street.

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