Jason leaned subtly towards Paul.
Soon, Jason's words sounded very convincing as he leaned down in secret.
Paul could still remember the horror of the dragon's eyes that had opened that day.
It was then that everyone began to frantically praise Princess Medea and despise Saintess Rachel!
"I see, that's what it was."
In the end, people tend to fit the truth into what they want to believe.
"The fact that the Saintess's arm rotted in the mirror room that day was also the curse of that vicious evil dragon!"
Paul jumped up from his seat.
"I must go back to my central temple and inform them of this immediately."
"How can that be effective? Everyone is under the curse of the evil dragon."
Jason shook his head and held out a wad of velvet handkerchiefs to Paul.
"The most Important thing is to awaken the High Priest's eyes rather than the evil dragon."
Wrapped in a velvet handkerchief was a small bottle.
It contained a shiny black liquid.
Paul, who opened the plug and held his nose up, frowned in a hurry.
"Hey, what's this nasty?"
"It's the blood of a dragon. If you drink that blood, you will be freed from the curse of the evil dragon."
Jason lowered his eyebrows as if he were sad.
"However, the evil dragon has already been eliminated, so this is all the evil dragon's blood left in my hands."
"No, I don't. Where is this?"
Paul handed the bottle and put it in his bosom.
"I'll have this for now. Even the most Important thing must be lifted from the curse."
Even a determined will emerged in his bloodshot eyes.
"Call the carriage!"
Where Paul left in a hurry, Jason quietly left.
A cold wind brushed his cheeks sharply.
He turned his gaze to the dark alley.
"Here."
He held out a cup wrapped in a thin cloth to the person who was hiding in the dark.
A little while ago, Paul had used it, and it was his saliva on it.
"Do you think it will go well?"
Jason nodded.
"Since I even put brainwashing, there will be no incident. You should take care of handling it according to the plan. Be especially wary of the temple knights placed on the pitch-black floor."
In his previous life, Jason welcomed Rachel, who was a Saintess, as Empress, and then went in and out of the central temple from time to time.
As Rachel was the highest priest in the temple, he was also well aware of the top-secret areas of the temple that were not visible to the outside world.
"Since you've come this far, why don't Your Highness go with us?"
Jason nervously pressed the hood deeper.
"I have surveillance on me, too. You gave me a map of the interior of the Central Temple."
The sound of teeth grinding was carried along with the sound of words.
It was not easy for him to get here from Katzen without being seen.
Therefore, there was also a silent warning not to find out that he was involved in this matter
The man nodded.
The moonlight shone over the two people hiding in the alley, casting a black shadow on Jason's face.
A goat horn-shaped pattern was faintly visible on one of the cheeks of the man on the other side.
"I didn't expect the Grand Duke to help us so much. After all, we chose the cornerstone of the great world well."
It was obvious that the warlocks who were trying to get along with what they had helped in the past and were still on the same side.
'You're going to use me until I'm in a corner.'
Jason, who saw through the shallow water, twisted the corners of his mouth.
"Shut up. If I were mute, I would be the Knights of the Templars, the 1st Prince, and I would put a knife to your throat right away, but do you still have time to talk nonsense?"
As the Identity of the fake Saintess Rachel is revealed, the reality of the warlocks who have been hiding under the water also emerges above the world.
Not only did they lose promising successors who would lead the next generation, but they all had a large-scale search order issued in the three kingdoms of the Holy See, Katzen, and Valdina.
"Don't let me get involved in your ruined plans. The bill at that time had already been paid for by you as a puppet."
Jason's red eyes flashed fiercely.
"Don't think about it, get the job done properly. If you miss this opportunity, you won't have the next one."
The hem of the black robe soon disappeared into the darkness.
The man who was left alone chuckled.
Now let's try to draw a line.
"Your Highness, you put your feet too deep into that, didn't you?"
***
The jet-black floor of the central temple.
In the prison where there was no light, the sound of footsteps rang out.
Rachel, who was burying her head between her knees, raised her head at the sound.
"...High priest Paul?"
Beyond the hazy vision, a familiar face was caught.
"High priest!"
She almost reflexively stood up and hung on the grate.
"Trust me. I was deceived. I was taken advantage of!"
Her voice was split open, and her delicate hands trembled white as she clutched the grate.
However, as far as her purple eyes were checking the other person's reaction more calculating than ever.
'I thought Paul was the most likely person to come to see me.'
He has a perverse belief in Rachel as a Saintess, as well as a selfish desire to never admit that he is wrong.
"It's a trap. Everyone is being deceived. In the name of the goddess-"
In an instant, a hand stretched out into the grate, grabbed Rachel's collar, and pulled her violently.
Bang-!
She slammed into the bars.
"No need to act."
"Hi, High Chancellor Paul?"
Rachel looked up at him in surprise.
How could Paul, who held her up like a god and no one else, treat her like this?
At that moment, a black gin in the shape of a goat's horn appeared on Paul's cheek.
"Put your good acting skills aside for later."
Paul lifted her face and looked at her.
"What, I should have told you a long time ago."
Rachel sneered, wiping the blood from her mouth.
The cunning change in his face, which had been as pitiful as a wounded beast just a moment ago, gave her the strange goosebumps.
"To cover my mouth? You know I didn't betray you, right? Even in this situation, I didn't sell you."
"Was that really for us? I guess it's because I know that if you accuse us, the four-year line will also be reduced."
He lifted her up, strangling her through the grate.
Rachel struggled.
"Kee, keeek...!"
"Since our existence has been revealed, it is not enough to burn all your body..."
Flutter.
The grip that had been holding her neck loosened.
Rachel, who was thrown to the floor helplessly, grabbed her by the neck and let out a heavy breath.
At the same time, a black light flashed in the place where she was.
The bars twisted strangely.
Soup! Soup-!
The metal exploded like a scream.
A gap was created between the shattered bars for a person to escape.
"Come out. Our legacy is still there."
Behind Paul, who was raising his hand, the temple knights and guards were strewn around.
Their eyes, which had been watching Rachel fiercely, were pale and closed, and black smoke was coming from their mouths, noses, and ears.
Tong. Tong-!
The chains that wrapped around Rachel's ankles fell and made a strange cry.
The corners of Rachel's mouth rose long as if they were being torn.
Jerk. Jerk.
Soon, she stepped out of the bar.
"You know. This is the last time we will save you."
As he walked past Rachel, he spat a cloudy saliva as if warning a warlock.
"Of course."
But even that insulting threat could not diminish the joy that Rachel felt now.
"Don't worry, victory will eventually be in our hands."
She muttered quietly.
It was a reverent voice, like the days when prayers were recited under the goddess.
"This world didn't abandon me."
Medea. You would have wanted to get rid of me, but the world won't allow it.
"What is this if not proof that I am the chosen one?"
Ahahaha.
A strange laugh spread deep underground.
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