"Of course, Chamberlain. His Majesty's safety is more important than anything else. You can always do what is natural to see the Emperor as a child."
Medea smiled softly at the chamberlain.
"Then I will come back soon with His Highness. I have holy water that the Holy Father has given me, please deliver it to His Majesty."
Her expression was calm. There was not a single shock that stirred in her heart.
'I didn't think Perdiccas II's temper would go over easily.'
He enjoys shaking the leash from the top position. She was even the sister of Emperor or Valdina, whom Perdiccas II considered a thorn in his side.
So, how could he miss the opportunity to crush him as a superior?
"1 His Highness the Emperor... On care... Thank you."
The chamberlain bowed deeply.
It was then. Two young servants came out from the side door of the office.
"Did His Highness shoot all these arrows?"
"His Majesty made him 'shoot'. His Majesty told him to bring out his favorite palace."
"Isn't this how His Highness will inherit the affairs of the country?"
"Tell me, what are you doing? Let's look forward to it."
"His Majesty looks at His Highness as if he is looking at a gold nugget!"
They were laughing loudly while holding a handful of arrows in their arms, and they were dressed in the garments of the Third Prince.
“Aha...”
Cesare took a short breath.
It sounded understandable, but strangely suppressed.
The chief of the chamberlain reflexively shrugged his shoulders. It was when he felt the corners of the First Prince's twisted mouth grazing against the nape of his neck.
"Ugh, the First Prince!"
Cesare walked over to the servants and suddenly grabbed one of the servants' necks.
With a pop, the servant was lifted into the air. The servant's toes wandered pitifully in the air.
Cesare kicked the door of the imperial palace without expression.
Boom!
A dry impact sound spread through the air.
***
At that time, Perdiccas II was in the midst of teaching the Third Prince with great enthusiasm.
"Look, Juan. This is how you hold a bow. Isn't your posture wrong?"
He even lifted himself up and gave his bow to Juan.
"As expected, you are the Emperor. So that is why the Emperor's palace is called the Divine Palace. I never thought there would be such a secret."
The Third Prince also told Perdiccas II what he wanted to hear.
"Now I understand why every time the Emperor goes to the battlefield, the lowly people tremble and hide."
Shhhh
"Hit, His Highness Juan hit the target in a row!"
Clap clap.
The attendants clapped and raised their voices.
"Have you seen it? I did as the Emperor told me, and I hit again!"
"That's right. That's how you have to do it."
It was just when Perdiccas II nodded arrogantly, and the Third Prince Juan was about to take up the bow again with a proud face.
Boom!
"My Highness!"
"Whoa!"
With a loud roar, something huge flew towards the servant.
It knocked down the poles it had placed in the garden and threw them to the ground.
"1st prince! Have you forgotten that this is the palace of His Majesty the Emperor?"
The Empress looked at the servant's face rolling between the collapsed bow poles and stiffened herself.
It was Juan's entourage who had gone to get the arrow a while ago.
“Cesare!”
"I see that you have forgotten this son."
It was when Perdiccas II, who saw Cesare's face with the Empress's reprimand, frowned.
"It seems that the Emperor was absorbed in the excitement of playing war games with my brother."
Cesare's bloody eyes turned to the Third Prince, Juan. He quickly bowed down.
"Greetings, brother... And sister-in-law."
He laid down his bow and bowed to Medea, but was grabbed by his father, Perdiccas II.
"The Third Prince's lesson is not over yet. Juan, don't be distracted. Are you going to be mesmerized every time in front of your enemies?"
Perdiccas II did not give a sidewalk to the side of the disturbance, and severely reprimanded him.
At that moment, a soft voice rang out.
“Medea de Katzen, see the imperial sun.”
The Emperor's narrowed gaze crossed Cesare and met Medea, who was standing beside him.
The girl looked much weaker than he had heard. She had a smooth face, white and pale skin, and clear silver hair that would crumble if he held it.
However, as rumored to be unaware of the surroundings, she was cheeky. Even though she bowed to the Emperor, she did not even bend her knees.
"I don't know if it's my husband, my brother, or who I'm carrying on my back."
The cheeky look in her eyes that dared to stare directly at the Supreme Emperor made Perdiccas II feel very upset at once.
"Catch Juan again."
Instead of accepting his daughter-in-law's greeting, the Emperor closed his lips tightly and looked away.
As if he saw something as trivial as the dirt on his toes, and he didn't even want to look at it.
Everyone could recognize the blatant displeasure in the Emperor's pitch-black eyes.
"Yes, I made a mistake, Your Majesty."
Juan went back to the palace, as if he had no choice but to do so because of his father's order.
It seemed as if both the Emperor and the Empress were devoting all their attention to Juan's archery.
At this moment, Cesare and Medea were completely alienated, like strangers who did not exist.
Shhhh
Juan's arrow leaves the bow,
Paat!
That is, until the arrow that Cesare shot at the bow that was rolling next to him sliced Juan's arrow into the orthodoxy.
"...!"
There was a suffocating silence in the court.
The arrows that were fired at different times split the other arrows, which were close to the Divine Palace.
Unlike Juan, who used the Emperor's arrow, Cesare picked up an arrow that was rolling around in the garden and shot it.
Everyone's chatter became cold.
At the same time, Perdiccas II felt insulted, as if his eldest son had poured filth on his face.
"Cesare, you ruined bastard! Are you aiming for your luggage?"
"Thank goodness, Your Majesty. I was worried that you would have a hard time even seeing and hearing because of your weakened jade body."
He spun his remaining arrow around and laughed.
"You can see me and my wife now."
"You bastard!"
The enraged Emperor threw his staff away.
However, they were overwhelmed by the skill that Cesare had shown a moment ago, and neither the Emperor's servants nor the Third Prince's attendants could move.
It was because they felt that if he picked up the Emperor's staff, he would be pierced by the sharp arrow of the First Prince.
"Hey...!"
"Your Majesty. He showed me a demonstration without hesitation. My brother was once taught by the Emperor, so I wonder if he has reached such an outstanding level today."
In the frozen atmosphere where no one could come forward, the faithful voice of the Third Prince Juan rang out.
"I'm sorry, brother. I didn't even know that you were coming today, and I begged His Majesty to teach me archery."
Juan turned and bowed respectfully to Cesare.
"I've been practicing too, but I'm still a long way from keeping up with His Majesty and my brother."
He scratched the back of his head in a frustrated way.
"Do you enjoy bows too? Am I asking the person who killed the evil dragon a question for nothing?"
He spoke to Medea.
His blonde hair glistening in the sun, her smile hanging casually, and his brightly colored uniform stood out against in black.
It created a contrasting atmosphere like light and darkness.
'That's why the nobles flock to the Third Prince.'
With that kind and gentle face, the Emperor doesn't think he would aim for his neck like the First Prince.
However, if the Third Prince had been such a formidable figure, he would not have survived to be the last of the princes in his previous life.
"It was just a small fluke that I got from the power of His Highness the First Prince. But when I'm free, I often pick up a bow."
"Alas. My sister-in-law did the same."
The face of the Third Prince brightened.
Beyond that benevolent expression, Medea read the look of search to understand his intentions.
'The way of the Third Prince Juan is quite similar to mine.'
Pretend to be harmless, catch your breath, and wait for your opponent to hit behind you.
Instead of answering, Medea smiled lightly.
The Third Prince tried to close the distance as if he had been waiting for Medea's friendly attitude.
"The Emperor's Birthday Hunting Tournament is coming. If you have a chance to improve your bow skills with you before that..."
Tududuk.
At that moment, the bloody sound of crushing wood rang in his ears.
Several arrowshafts, which were hard to break, cracked at the same time in Cesare's hand.
While everyone stopped, Cesare casually threw the shaft of the arrow to the ground.
Beyond his golden eyelashes, the Third Prince rolled his eyes and looked up cautiously at Cesare.
"Oh no, I was too talkative again, brother? I'm sorry. I know you don't like this kind of look, but it can't be fixed..."
"What's wrong with trying to get along with your family?"
At that moment, Empress interrupted him, waving the hem of her blue dress.
"However, if one side is too heartless, even if there is a mixture of blood, it will only make the other poorer. Is that so, Your Majesty?"
A cold voice that seemed to reproach Juan.
However, the content subtly emphasized to the Emperor that Cesare was cold-blooded and did not care about his blood.
"Your Majesty."
The Empress walked forward on purpose, picked up the swollen staff, and knelt down to hold it in the Emperor's hand.
It was not her husband, but her obedience to the Emperor was revealed.
"Don't get too angry. It is harmful to the heart."
When she turned the focus of the conversation back to the Emperor.
"Your Majesty, the Empress."
Cesare's languid voice rang out.
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