"Eliminate the Prince. Jason Castillo. Do you have such a fool?"
Western Empress, who deliberately called the castle that the Emperor had given her when she took away Jason's imperial power, snorted.
I know he's also a greedy guy alming for the throne, so how can he hold that ugly hand?
"Well, I don't know. I guess Your Majesty has other hopes besides me. My uncle seems to have chosen him as the Crown Prince."
As if anticipating the initial reaction of the Western Empress, Jason raised the corners of his mouth.
Tak!
Something he threw was thrown onto the cold stone floor.
"Do you want to recognize?"
A purple cloth with an exotic pattern was curled up with blood.
The imperial monument was stiff.
The pattern was somehow familiar.
"No, no way..."
A faint memory of seeing it somewhere came to mind, and her heart slowly sank.
"...Alfred."
"I heard that he had a bowel movement on the way back to the kingdom. I was one step late, so I managed to retrieve the body and bury it."
At the name that the Western Empress said as if groaning, Jason nodded.
"Instead of leaving Your Majesty and Juan alone, he would have needed a place to vent his anger."
"He's not! We don't have that kind of relationship with...!"
"You know it doesn't matter whether it's true or not. Already, my uncle won't let the one who disgraced him live."
Jason clicked his tongue.
"It's a pity."
The Western Empress squeezed the cloth tightly.
"Like this... He is not a person who deserves to die. In such a fleeting moment, the dog will be killed... I'm not a person..."
"Poor thing. He would have left the day after the banquet in question, and if he hadn't been clutching about what he was missing, he would have been able to save hia life."
Jason clicked his tongue.
"What if you didn't leave? I would have followed you and ended up becoming the wife of a village man?"
"Go back. If you don't really want to kill me, don't come again."
At the last moment, when he was worried about her and sneaked up to this tower, she couldn't stand it anymore when she remembered herself insulting and chasing him.
Whoa... A long breath mixed with anger and sadness.
She had just fallen into the trap that was targeting her
He was just an honest man who couldn't forget his old feelings.
'First Princess...'
When she thought of the person who dragged Alfred into this limb, she saw deep finger nail marks left on the blood-soaked cloth.
'And the 1st Prince...'
And even a despicable thief who wants to take her son's position and ascend to the throne.
Jason saw the Intense hatred in Western Empress's eyes and swallowed a satisfied smile.
"Why don't you give me the last trick of Your Majesty, the Western Empress, to stab the 1st Prince in the back? I won't let you down."
"What is the trick? If that were the case, would I have been stuck here now?"
The Western Empress sharply retorted.
Even when she was buried in resentment, she was never easy.
"I should be more precise. I'm talking about the spy that Your Majesty put in the magic magic tower."
"..."
Western Empress quietly glared at Jason.
'How does he know that?'
The only people who know of the existence of the magic tower, especially the spy placed next to Terence, a close associate of Cesare, are the Western Empress and his father, the Count of Montfort.
Even Bridget, who was a close maid, doesn't know.
"I had no choice but to notice and get rid of the people who were sending spies to Cesare, and bypass it through the magic tower."
As the right-hand man of the 1st Prince, Terence Ipoleto's fellow mage.
"I need to remind you, Your Majesty. The opportunity is only now. From the moment you return, you won't even have room to come up with a trick to deliver."
"..."
Western Empress bit her gritted teeth.
She took a breath and taught Jason the trigger to control her spy consciousness.
Then Jason pulled up the corners of his mouth and asked.
"There's no room for him to break the seal and resist, right?"
"It was a spell engraved on the heart with magic before awakening, so it was impossible to resist until it died. The effect is certain, so don't worry."
After a while, the man came out of the tower in the dark.
"What's going on?"
"I got it."
Jason nodded at the question of his subordinate, who had been waiting for him.
Suha's face brightened.
"It's worth it to kill Grand Duke Carlisle."
"Yes. If he were alive, Western Empress would not have been blinded by revenge and would not have taken my hand."
Jason's eyes shone mercilessly in the darkness.
He had no remorse for his own purposes, to eliminate the innocent and to frame anyone.
Just like now that he killed Alfred Carlisle and turned the blame on the Emperor.
"Send a message to the warlocks. They will be the last move to get rid of him."
When he heard that Cesare had left the church, Jason shuddered.
'God has not forsaken me! Finally, I have a chance!'
He will never miss this opportunity to get rid of him.
"The wizards of the Golden Throne have never moved directly. He can't come back alive."
Then there will be no need to use the sinners of the Holy Kingdom that he has worked so hard to pull out.
"I won't hurt Dea."
Jason looked up at the sky. Today, the starlight that embroidered the black night sky was brilliant.
It felt like it was a sign that he was getting closer and closer to her.
'It's going back to normal. All twisted trajectories can be corrected.'
Unaware that Cesare was getting closer and closer to the cradle of warlocks like his own shame, a faint smile like a moon appeared on Jason's lips.
***
Imperial Palace.
A few weeks have passed since Cesare left for the iceberg.
Medea took his place and sorted out the Important issues of the empire.
She led his vassals, reviewed the documents that came before the First Prince, and personally inspected the material situation of each estate.
"The 1st Princess's handling of affairs is so unimpeded, it seems that she has spent decades in this empire."
The vassals of the 1st Prince's faction, who were concerned about the absence of a leader, were amazed by her ability to handle things as smoothly as water.
"Even though she is in charge of His Highness Cesare's share, she does not take a break, so I am worried that she will get sick like that."
However, contrary to their concerns, Medea did not push herself too hard.
Warlocks who have twisted every moment of her life in her past life.
The fact that she could finally make them pay for it rather cleared her mind.
"Once Cesare clears out their stronghold, the remnants of the warlocks hiding on the continent can wriggle."
She had already given orders to Neril and Kensington as well.
It was made to maintain a readiness so that it could immediately respond to incidents that could break out unexpectedly.
She also reminded Menil and Agemas that orders to go into battle could be given at any time in case of an unforeseen battle.
Even though she was so busy with her day, sometimes Medea would look up and look out the window.
Under the sunny sky, as if to guess how far Chesare has come by now.
"Your Highness. This is an invitation waiting for an answer."
"Thank you, Mrs. Tolin."
Late at night, the lanterns in the palace have not yet been extinguished.
Mrs. Tolin, the maid-in-waiting, put the letters down on her desk.
It was accompanied by a steaming, fragrant tea.
"Take a rest, then."
A happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth as she quietly withdrew.
"Your Highness is missing our lord."
This is because the days when Medea finishes her work at Cesare's desk are getting longer and longer.
'It's only when you're apart from each other that you can see his sincerity. If His Highness Cesare returns safely, the last remaining wall between them will disappear.'
Mrs. Tolin, who was momentarily wet with the vain hope that she might see the Emperor's Son sooner or later, quietly withdrew.
Medea, who had no way of knowing this, finished her reply calmly.
When she was about to take the last seal, she found that the wax had run out and stopped her hand.
"I think it's somewhere here."
Time was already deep.
Instead of calling the maid, she opened the drawer herself.
In the corner of the drawer, a small crumpled wad of paper caught her eye.
When she opened it inadvertently, it was an old stationery.
The edges were worn out, and the handwriting was as loose as if it had been written by a child.
"Cesare?"
Medea found his name written in large letters at the bottom.
Cesare was surprisingly lovely.
It's hard to imagine that the child will grow up and gain the notoriety of being a black devil without blood or tears.
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