It was somehow familiar.
She wondered where she had seen it, but the boy had long since disappeared from her sight.
The gaze that seemed to be looking at this far disappeared.
"Tell Kensington about their appearance later and see who they are."
"Yes, Your Highness. I will."
Fortunately, the path the boy showed was correct.
Soon after, the ornate dome of the Winter Palace came into view again.
And then, the movement of the attendant in the palace began to be noticed.
The path after that was familiar.
The two of them soon successfully exited the East Palace.
A huge black carriage with the First Prince's coat of arms stood tall on the green grass and greeted them.
"Zeta!"
Saya ran up to Zeta with a happy face.
"Why did it take so long? I thought something had happened, so I almost broke into the East Palace again."
Zeta narrowed the Impression uncharacteristically.
"It's my fault. I'll go back and tell you. It wasn't a big deal."
Saya was about to say that she almost ran into the Emperor, but when she noticed the people watching with interest, she quickly fell silent.
"Yes, the roses in the East Palace are pretty, so I delayed a little. I made you worry."
"No, Your Highness. Then my worries..."
Zeta scratched his head as if he wanted to say something. However, he soon shut up.
"Why don't you take me to the greenhouse?"
Certainly, if Zeta had existed, there would have been no misdirection in the Imperial Palace.
However, although his skills were flawless, he was not as optimized as Saya in the battle of nerves between people and the battle of eyes.
If it had been Zeta or Neryl, the moment they saw Medea's seat prepared by the Eastern Empress, they would have drawn their swords without delay.
Imagining that made Medea laugh a little.
"No, that's not it..."
Medea didn't recognize Zeta's somewhat unusually embarrassed voice.
"Huh?"
Then, her waist flashed.
Her body floated lightly, and the familiar smell of musk wafted through her nose, followed by a momentary feeling of floating in the sky.
Someone lifted her up and hugged her.
With his steps, the hem of Medea's dress swayed gently as if carried by the spring breeze.
"I'm here to pick you up, Dea."
Glossy black hair, eyes as brilliant as the sun.
The First Prince, who looked even more beautiful today, was in front of her.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I informed my lord. While everyone was coming out, I wondered if something happened inside..."
As if it were him, Zeta lowered his head.
But Medea knew. The time she spent alone with the Eastern Empress in the glass greenhouse was short.
In other words, due to time, it was too early for Cesare to get here after Zeta sent the message.
So she said,
"You were going to come from the beginning, right?"
She should have known about it when he suddenly offered to take her home in the morning.
Medea glanced slightly, and Cesare kissed her on the cheek as if she were the right answer.
"Speed is the essence of corpse disposal. I was on standby to step in as soon as I was called."
Zeta clicked his tongue inside.
There is no one better than the Emperor in this city. Does the lord think that Her Highness will truly believe such nonsense?
"So, what is the result?"
Medea sensed that there was a faint hint of anticipation in his voice as he asked softly.
"I didn't kill anyone."
"Oh, that's a shame."
"I rang a Princess."
Medea easily found Princess Strauss among the eyes that looked amazement over Cesare's shoulder.
"Looks like she's liked you for quite some time."
She managed to pick up one of the words that the ladies at the tea party said behind the fan.
No, she heard all the facts.
Princess Strauss also sought out the First Prince when he was his wife.
It is also said that the Marquis de Lennyar, the head of the First Prince and Cesare's maternal grandfather, once proposed a marriage with Cesare.
"So?"
What does that have to do with me?
Cesare looked dumbfounded, as if he had heard that he had horns on his forehead.
"I don't even know who it is."
"Isn't it possible to narrow it down to one because there are so many people you've passed through?"
Medea's voice was stunned.
At today's tea party, she got to know all the young children who had been mentioned as the First Prince's opponents.
"...Are you jealous?"
"It can't be."
Meden snorted, as if she had no jaw.
However, contrary to her words, her eyes were not on him, but on Strauss.
The Princess's almond eyes were wide open as she looked at Cesare, who carefully set down Medea.
Much more than when she was slapped by her earlier.
Her gaze was full of affection and longing for Cesare.
Medea's body hardened.
'I...I can't see him like that.'
At least when it comes to love, she realized that Princess Strauss is better than her.
No one had ever felt this way in her life, but the moment she realized it, a subtle sense of Inferiority crept into Medea's heart.
The lost Innocence, the naivety that does not doubt affection, and the longing for the other person only.
Things that don't exist for her anymore are still alive and well for her.
Medea grabbed Cesare's arm without realizing it.
"Dea?"
The face of the most dazzling man in this splendid imperial palace came into view.
A dark eyebrow with a slight frown, a straight nose, and a golden gaze that reads her expression and examines it in detail.
A vein stood on the back of his delicate hand as if to prove his possession.
The lips that sweetened her name, the firm arm she held now, and the hot pulsation flowing underneath.
'I won't take it away.'
Deep in Medea's heart, there was a strong desire that was foreign even to herself.
She thought it was all burned to ashes, but she wondered if she still had this kind of ember left.
"Dea, what's wrong?"
Cesare noticed that her gaze was on the back of his shoulder.
As he was about to turn his head, Medea grabbed him by the cheeks and pinned them to her.
"It's nothing."
In front of Princess Strauss, in fact, it was a naive and childish desire to show everyone who this man belonged to.
Even though she was vaguely aware that she wasn't like herself, and that she would regret this moment later.
Medea reached out.
Cesare, like a loyal dog who listens to his words, enjoyed the strange change in his wife.
A small white hand brushes her hair.
"It's a gift to send."
Even when his wife inserted a bunch of red roses next to his ear. He bent down and made eye contact with her.
"...Is this flower or you?"
The beautiful man who blended seamlessly with the dark rose asked mischievously.
"..."
When Medea shut her mouth and said nothing, he burst out laughing.
What happened to her, who was standing outside the line every time, took such a bold step?
Even if something happened in the East Palace was a catalyst, Cesare was just glad.
Cesare, who had no intention of rejecting the affection he had been waiting for, immediately snatched her little hand and buried his lips.
"Eastern Empress doesn't have a tea party plan?"
If not, I'll ask the Emperor to do it.
"Shall we bring our brothers back? There are too few members of the royal family left in the palace right now to have a tea party every day."
White fingers pinched his whispering arm.
As if he didn't expect an answer, Cesare hugged her tightly once more and lifted her up.
Ahaha. He laughed.
The smile that leaked out through his well-shaped mouth was dazzling as he broke into pieces in the sunlight.
Medea gave herself up to the Impulse of the moment and pulled her arms around Cesare's neck.
And just like he did, she buried her face in his shoulder.
She didn't even notice that he stopped at the feel of her lips on his neck, and she tried to suppress the deep blue flame that spread deep in her chest.
I thought it would be fine.
Even if this Intense flame that has gripped me now is just a possessive desire for this man.
Even if it is a reaction to a previous life that was only taken away.
I thought that this man in my tight arms would gladly stay by my side.
***
Meanwhile, at that time, the west palace of the Kazen Imperial Palace.
"I heard that a new high priest sent by the Holy State has arrived at the cathedral."
The Empress was receiving a report from the maid.
"What happened, Bridget. It's been a while since I sent you a communication, but I still don't have an answer."
She looked at the middle-aged woman, who was a little older.
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