TCIWTFY - Part 2 Chapter 154

When no one was criticizing Cesare carelessly, it became even more prominent because it was a flying voice.

People raised their heads.

Eratosthene, dressed in a gray monk's suit, stood at the opposite end of the Cesare.

"Then, what better way could the Marquis be?"

Cesare asked sarcastically.

Then, as if defending him, Marquis Leniard was about to step forward.

"The Marquis is also the master of the Great Estate, so I don't think he has anything to say here."

Marquis Leniard paused at Eratosthene's sharp point.

'If Eratosthene bites the wealth of our first princely nobles, the sparks will fly to us.'

"Oh, a person who only knew about learning has become so interested in political affairs since he was successful."

The Marquis of Leniards took a step back with a wry smile.

However, Cesare did not care about Eratosthene's implicit threat and mocked it.

"It seems that the Northern Empress  is not the only one who is burdened by the newly given position."

"Well, I don't know. It would be less difficult than wearing a coffin that didn't fit from birth."

Eratosthene also did not back down and stabbed Cesare in the vital point.

It seems that the position of the First Prince is undeserved for his unstable status.

"..."

The moment the horses collided, an icy air current flowed between the two of them.

The audience was silent as if they had swallowed their breath.

No one can easily recall that they were once a false grandchild.

"Hmm, hmm."

Perdiccas II coughed.

While everyone was silent for fear of his firstborn, only Eratosthene was willing to publicly denounce Cesare.

However, on the other hand, if he follows Eratosthenes' words, he will soon have the opportunity to extort the property of the nobles.

Perdiccas II looked mischievous, not knowing whether he was happy or angry.

"It became. Let the First Prince take charge of this work. It was necessary to break the line of the Northern King once."

In the end, the Emperor's order fell.

"Anyway, the gold coins extorted from the Northern King will come into the pocket of the luggage, and the resentment will be borne by Cesare."

Perdiccas II had no reason to refuse.

"Everyone, just step back."

With the congratulatory decree, Cesare glared at Eratosthene with a cold gaze and passed by.

The face that slowly walked past the old man was even arrogant.

Neither of them showed any signs of hiding that they were worse than the other.

Joy flashed in Perdiccas II's eyes.

"Penteros, so you understand. You know he's vicious. However, there is no mace as fierce as I am for the fallen."

While everyone was leaving, Perdiccas II himself walked down from the throne and patted Eratosthene comfortably on the shoulder.

"...Your Majesty has always chosen the path of moderation. Unfortunately, the First Prince does not see that insight. It's God's fault."

Eratosthene's voice rustled like dry grass.

However, there was a precise calculation behind the words that scratched the Emperor's itch.

"This is also a sin that my daughter-in-law and I miscultivated, so I ask Your Majesty to punish me."

"No way. Penteros, you're not really trying to blame me, are you?"

Perdiccas II shook his head and swallowed his laughter.

The praise for his youth and the sharp criticism of Cesare soaked the Emperor's heart like rain.

"I thought that the affection I once cultivated would be erased so easily..."

He suddenly remembered that he had recently distanced himself from Cesare because he suspected that he might have conspired with Eratosthene in the wake of his marriage.

But after seeing him attack Cesare without hesitation, Perdiccas II wondered if he had turned his back too hastily.

'It doesn't make sense. How much did Penteros care for his only daughter... If it weren't for Cesare, Eleanor would have been like that.'

Waving the King's flag and spreading its wings on the subject of an illegitimate chiId. Eleanor's heart must have been sad when she had to see it.

Perdiccas II had a firm belief that he was not the reason for his wife's death, at least not himself.

'Cesare...  That evil guy ended up killing Eleanor. It's because of him.'

No, maybe.

The inferiority complex that had penetrated into the momentum of the eldest son, who was expanding his power to the death, twisted his heart, and he didn't know that he couldn't hold on if he didn't believe in it.

"Go back in peace. I always remember your hard work."

Perdiccas II gave Eratosthene a gentle look.

"And I'm going to leave it to you to decide on a list of meritorious people at my upcoming birthday party."

"..."

"This time, I will personally give the prize, so please judge more carefully than ever. You deserve it, Panteros."

"This is a reward for the cold treatment you have been doing."

It would be a matter of rebuilding the position of Eratosthene, which had been hesitant for a while, in the hands of the Emperor.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I will not waste my time because you have trusted and entrusted me with this inadequate old god."

Eratosthene also lowered his head quietly, as if he had noticed the meaning.

After Eratosthene abdicated, Perdiccas II sat down on the throne in a brief and satisfied mood.

"Your Majesty."

"It's done."

Instead of annoyingly throwing away the handkerchief that was trying to wipe off the sweat, he brought it and wiped it on his forehead.

"Still, since Cesare touched the formidable Northern King, he should be rewarded accordingly, right?"

Perdiccas II clicked his tongue.

To be honest, he didn't want to give up anything, even a fingernail, if his best son would gain more power than he has now.

However, it was not only the father and son who were here today.

He couldn't help but think of the dozens of pairs of eyes watching and the face of the Supreme Being.

Perdiccas II's eyebrows furrowed for a moment, then his eyes were focused.

"Chamberlain. Adjust the seat of the 1st Prince at the birthday party to the upper seat."

"Yes, Your Majesty. If you do it, you say it's a standing seat."

His finger casually pointed to the northern part of the map on the wall.

"It depends on how much he takes from the Northern King, but it's better to keep him by the Empress's side for now."

Not long ago, a small uproar at the tea party of the Eastern Empress over the position of the First Princess had already reached the Emperor's ears.

However, Perdiccas II did not punish his daughter-in-law, the 1st Princess, on behalf of the disgraced Northern Emperor.

The fact that the Princess showed his arrogance by Invoking Immunity was a good thing.

'It took me a while to give Valdina's daughter such a privilege... It would be better if I wrote it so insignificantly."

Perdiccas II was never sincere, even to his wife.

The sweet emotion of affection was subordinate to his will and plan, and it was no different from the Empress.

After all, his first priority was himself.

"If you can appease Cesare by giving him a seat, you've been eaten cheaply."

He wouldn't refuse a small reward, even if it was quite cheap, too.

The chief of the chamberlain, who was watching the situation, swallowed a sigh inwardly.

'What if you try to pass it off so easily and end up paying a bigger price later...'

Didn't you do that when you gave Valdina's daughter all kinds of privileges?

Not knowing what kind of butterfly effect the trivial things of the present would have, the chief of the chamberlain was only worried.

***

The day of the birthday party dawned.

The chandelier in the grand ballroom was made of a thousand crystals to pray for his birth and longevity, and it shone so much that it hurt the eyes.

Perhaps because the national treasury became more abundant after extorting quite a huge amount of apology from the great nobles, including the Northern King, this year's birthday party was much more splendid than last year's.

After the delegations from each country presented gifts, the banquet began.

Valdina, the homeland of the 1st Princess, also sent an envoy to represent the imperial family.

"Your Highness, have you been at peace?"

"Lord Sissair!"

The handsome man's greeting brought joy to Medea's green eyes.

The outer glasses on the tip of his nose made him look a little cold, but even that did not obscure his outstanding appearance.

The somewhat emaciated but neat and tidy young man stood out among the decorated aristocrats of Katzen.

There were constant glances at him from all over the banquet hall.

"I heard that Lord D'Angel is coming, and I was surprised to hear that you had arrived."

"Yes, Lord D'Angel was originally scheduled to be dispatched, but that was changed just before departure."

Sissair explained quietly.

"So Lord D'Angel was quite discouraged. Everyone wanted to see Your Highness, so the competition was fierce. However, it seems that His Majesty has decided that I am the most suitable person after considering various circumstances."

Peleus trusted the Sissair.

He has an unflinching attitude in any crisis, sharp judgment, and a cool reason that thoroughly controls unnecessary emotions.

He was the perfect person to send to an empire with close diplomatic relations.

However, Peleus would not have known either.

Despite his prestige.

The moment he saw Medea, in this ballroom, his heart was shaken violently.

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