Under the light of the lamps, each sleek, straight shadow cast over the wall.
However, the shadows did not overlap.
Like two people standing on parallel lines.
"You are very generous in giving over the cheekiness of this ugly man, Your Majesty. The rumors I've heard, the truth I believed I knew... Nothing is right."
"Sissair."
"I never thought that the position of the minister of finance of a country would be so despicable. Your Highness is right. How ridiculous it must have been for those who were weak because they were not evil."
"Stop. I don't know what you want to say..."
"You played with me!"
At that moment, the exploding Sissair grabbed Cesare's neck and pushed him against the wall.
"Was it fun? Gallo and you, you've both been deceiving me for so long?"
A wounded sense of betrayal stirred in the pent-up rage
"See, quote. This is the neck of the evil dragon that Our Royal Highness and the First Prince have burned. Haha, isn't that cool?"
"By the way, when did you guys get stuffed like this when you were just opening your mouths in surprise?"
"Are you listening? What do you think is there to see in the severed neck?"
The cut marks left on the neck of the evil dragon. It was a sword style used only in the Tower of the White Night.
"This... The First Prince cut it down?"
"Of course, you should have seen the black auror stretching out and enveloping its tough hairs!"
Sissair stared at Cesare coldly.
A man who once trusted more deeply than anyone else, and who trusted enough to lend a hand to the crisis of his country.
"Acares. Tower of the White Night. Continental War. Ha, really..."
A contempt that he had no intention of suppressing was evident between his gaze a nd expression.
"Of all the words and actions you have ever said, is there anything that can be called the truth?"
Cesare was silent.
Without any protest or wavering in his expression, he silently accepted the accusation.
He knew that he would not be understood.
Especially if you are a human being who has walked the path of keeping the line like Sissair.
"..."
It was a life threatened from the moment he opened his eyes.
He doesn't know if that environment made him like that, or if be was like this in the first place.
However, even if he goes back to that moment.
He won't reveal his identity to a friend named Sissair and give his enemies a weakness.
"Damn it, Acares. Make excuses!"
That quiet calm rather fueled Sissair's anger.
Was it so colorless?
Did he tear down his walls and put his heart into a shallow relationship that would be turned upside down in an instant?
The land of his homeland that supports his feet was still safe, but beyond that, at an invisible distance.
It was as if he could hear the sound of one of the dams that he had always leaned on collapse irreversibly.
Sissair let out a bloody laugh.
"You always told me to leave Valdina and come to your side. Now I see that there was a reason for everything."
The First Prince of Kanzen.
Overcoming the weakness of his unfortunate birth, he walked a tightrope with the Emperor with his mastery of machinations and consolidated his own power.
Sissair was almost swayed by the First Prince's clever scheme.
"It's just pathetic that I thought you were my best friend. And now you will even play with Her Highness the Princess."
Suddenly, Cesare's eyes lit up.
"Did you deceive Her Highness like that? The real target is hiding Valdina, and the fake sincerity is well packaged. Was there anything in your calculation that wasn't fake?"
With a thud, tearing through the silence. Cesare struck Sissair's hand roughly.
"Blame me as much as you want. After all, you're not the first, and you won't be the last."
The composure that had not wavered even though Sissair had been knocked on countless times was finally broken.
"Friends? Friend? Ahaha. Do you know who the first human I killed?"
Cesare snorted fiercely.
"She was the nanny who raised me. Then there was the escort who grew up like my brother, and all the vassals who became my parents on behalf of the Emperor."
"...What?"
"All the people who loved me, in the end, tried to kill me. I wonder if I can't swallow your anger."
But.
"Dea can't do it."
His drowsy voice lowered. As it became softer, the blade in it became clearer.
"I can accept whatever you say. But if you dare to doubt my love for Dea, I won't forgive you."
His golden eyes shone in the darkness. Like a beast of prey that draws a line on its instincts.
"Acares, you..."
Graceful fingers smoothed Sissair's disheveled collar.
He paused.
But soon, the corners of his mouth twisted.
"You can call it a contradiction or cowardice. I can't afford to look at it anyway."
Cesare stepped down.
"..."
There was no regret or anger in the walk of leaving Quotes alone and moving into the darkness.
As if there were no expectations from the beginning.
***
How much time had passed?
The dark night came, and even those who couldn't sleep late due to worry and anxiety were about to drop their tired heads.
Cesare entered Medea's bedroom.
She closed her eyes quietly, and she was so quiet that he couldn't even feel her breathing.
Looking down at her long, closed eyelashes and pale cheeks, he let out a breath.
In a fleeting moment, the ten years they had spent together since their first meeting at the Tower of the White Night flew by.
It was funny that even though he had experienced it countless times, the sense of loss always left a new scratch.
"All the people who loved me tried to kill me in the end."
It was said with his own mouth, but it felt like a word.
"I hope it wasn't you, Medea."
Not as much as you.
He swallowed a small breath at the gloom in his chest.
"I want to know you better."
Deeper, without concealment. I'll protect you so that you don't leave.
So that you can stay by my side.
Cesare bowed down. He carefully pressed his head against Medea's little forehead.
It looked like a big black dog crouching next to its owner, but neither the dog nor its owner cared.
The faint sweet scent on the tip of his nose was strange and familiar.
Even though she was by her side, he somehow felt her presence far away.
"Wake up, Medea."
Contrary to his words. Cesare closed his eyes.
Then, a white light leaked out of nowhere and enveloped the two of them.
***
A moment ago, when she came out of the Judgment Room and faced Jason, Medea lost consciousness because something huge had hit her.
'Again... Just like back then...'
The white glow turned out to be a huge mirror. Broken into large pieces.
Rachel's face was reflected above the first fragment.
She was not dressed in a cream-colored saintly dress, but in a gorgeous golden Empress dress.
"Before we get rid of Medea, we need to kill her brother."
Rachel said to herself as she trimmed the small tree on the table.
"It would have been nice if he had taken away the sissy's family as well, but I don't think the King can do that at the time... Ha, then what's wrong with the King of that small country?"
Rachel grumbled sharply. A delicate hand snapped the branches of the pot.
The young tree had all its branches broken except for the only remaining branch.
"It's not long left. Just a little while..."
The scene was switched to the second sculpture of the young Rachel's face with eagerness.
"Your Majesty! Are you listening?"
Unlike Rachel's voice, it was Jason who reflected in the sculpture.
The vitality of his youth was gone, and his face had faded with the years.
However, the ferocious desires reflected in his eyes were no different from before.
"Ha, the King of Valdina is still constantly demanding that Medea be sent back to Valdina, which is really troublesome. Besides, if Medea dies..."
Jason agreed with Rachel's subtle complaint.
"He's going to hold a knife to me. Neither the woman nor her brother knew how to give up. He will always try to regain his footing and threaten me. Not to me, not to this empire... It's too dangerous."
"But Your Majesty is a champion who defeated evil dragons, and a hero who even won the throne. You can deal with them easily."
Rachel hugged Jason around his neck and whispered sweetly. However, Jason still couldn't get rid of his expression.
Medea knew why. Why Jason couldn't feel safe at all.
"Because you didn't do anything."
Therefore, he was afraid that he would lose it to Medea, but in the end, he decided to destroy her.
He wants them to be completely destroyed so that they don't even dare to point their swords at him.
Rachel didn't know the truth that the expedition members had buried, but they agreed that the Medea siblings should be eliminated anyway.
"Now I'm going to send this to Valdina. I don't know if it will work."
Jason nodded at Rachel's words.
"Even though his country is in this state, he still cares about his sister dearly, so it won't be ineffective."
Jason casually turned his attention to the parchment in Rachel's hand.
Soon, the parchment shone over the mirror shard. Medea froze.
"What about me... I've never used that."
On the parchment was a coat of arms written in Medea's handwriting.
[Peleus, help me. I'm leaving Katzen, come to the Valdina border to save me.]
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