"Here..."
Where is it?
When Medea came to her senses, she was standing alone in the middle of the snowfield.
Before shr knew it, she realized that she had become too far away from her group.
"Cesare!"
Her cry was only buzzing, buried in the echoes of the mountains.
The cave of Cesare, shown by the fantasy sculpture, was nowhere to be seen.
The steep mountain was covered with snow, so it was dangerous to even take a step, let alone recognize the cave.
Shoot.... ah.
A fierce snowstorm hit.
The snowflakes passing by her face were as if they were fleshy, and her feet sank into the snow with every step.
The snow that fell nonstop covered even the traces of her walking.
There was snow everywhere.
As Medea relied on her senses to move, at some point, she completely lost her direction.
The weather was getting dark, and the wind was still blowing.
The sense of isolation and fear of having to go through the snow alone in the vast nature was heart-wrenching.
'Cesare, did he endure this too?'
Medea suddenly remembered.
Why did he attack the Golden Tower and completely track down the warlocks...
"After all, it must have been for me."
She noticed it while coming here.
If it were the original one, the warlocks would have waited for the moment to break the taboo and reveal themselves before hitting them.
But now, the only reason he tried to eradicate all the warlocks that were still shrouded in a veil was because of Medea's safety.
It was also a vicarious revenge for her life that had been toyed with by warlocks in her past life.
'So, if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have had to wander through these limbs.'
Medea bit her lip.
'If... really... What if I can't find him? If I don't find Cesare somewhere in this vast mountain, I...'
It was then.
"Ahahaha! Why is this, Medea? You're crying! Poor thing!"
A familiar voice that she couldn't hear was heard.
When she looked up, Rachel was smiling.
"Then... Just die..."
Boom-!
The moment Rachel pounced, Medea's sword cut through her eye.
The gray blizzard in the shape of Rachel disappeared silently.
It was an afterimage created by the darkness that still remained in the warlock's barrier.
"Well, this uncle told me not to install it, didn't he? Don't you still know that if you're by your side, everyone will die?"
Claudio, created by darkness, appeared one after another, and Medea cut them down as well.
"Mom, please save me. Mom, I want to live!"
"Mom!"
However, the very last.
When her children came out of the storm, Medea had no choice but to stop in her seat in a daze.
The figure of the little son, who had been crying at Medea's feet, grew larger and larger, and then turned into Rachel.
"Mom, why did you send Lian?"
No, Rachel was imitating Lian. While making a child's voice as if mocking Medea.
Medea's hand with the sword trembled aimlessly.
"Ahaha, did you think you could be different in this life? Arrogant, look around. Who is by your side now! No one, no one!"
Rachel, who had turned into a demon, giggled. She laughed at Medea, who staggered.
The gray blizzard swirling around Medea grew bigger and bigger.
'You know. It's just an illusion caused by black magic.'
Medea bit her lip to avoid losing herself in the darkness.
However, when she encountered the children, it was difficult to lose her senses, even with the fishy taste of blood.
"Cesare died because of you in the end! Your brother, just like your children!"
"They didn't die."
"I won't die! You, too, will be eaten here without a single corpse! If you had taken it away, they would all be alive."
"Stop!"
Medea covered her ears with both hands. And she recalled it as if she were talking to herself.
"No, it's not. That's not true."
He's alive. And you will definitely come back to me. You know...
A cold snowflake touched the corner of her hot eyes.
Something overflowed from the deepest part of her heart.
She only now realized that it was fear...
"Please."
A faint voice leaked out from the corner of her mouth.
Even Medea didn't think that Cesare's life and death would be so desperate for her.
"God, please. No, anyone."
Help me. Lead me to him.
Vowing revenge, Medea has let go of all her emotions since she went back through the ages.
Anything that is considered to be a hindrance to her goals.
'Because I know how much love blinds people.'
She has personally experienced how blind affection can ruin people and lead to despair.
So Medea was afraid. She tried to avoid it, and she missed it.
She wanted this life to be different, but she couldn't accept the biggest change and took a step back.
"Medea. Command me. Cut down the enemy you point to and fulfill your wish."
Among those changes, the biggest inflection point in Medea's life was Cesare of Katzen, and that was him.
"If you tell me to stop, I'll stop. But not now. Don't be when the world is alming for you like now."
He protected Medea without hesitation, even in front of the tip of the world's sword.
Cesare was the only one who silently erased the wounds of her past life, which were full of wounds, into a new time.
No.
I don't want to lose. I can't lose him like this.
A strong desire surged.
In a place where even Medea herself believed that she had already died and disappeared, leaving only a handful of ashes.
Only then did she realize.
"Cesare..."
His sincerity towards her.
"I'm sorry for being my way, Dea."
She shouldn't have let the backward go.
The last words should not have been left as an apology for affection.
She had to hold his fingertips that were stopping. And she should have said.
I feel the same way as you.
"I won't back down any longer. So, please..."
Cesare, give him back to me.
When she was alone, when she didn't see any hope she had expected or expected, the true wind finally flowed.
It was then.
The necklace in Medea's arms slipped into the air.
One side of her vision gradually blurred as if it were dyed.
The faint creamy shape changed to the figure of a certain woman.
Silver hair like Medea, green eyes. A woman with a somewhat familiar appearance reached out to Medea.
Saaa!
At the same time, Rachel's afterimage and the gray blizzard that surrounded Medea disappeared in an instant.
The woman took Medea's hand and helped her up, who was staring blankly at the scene.
Then, she took the golden stem that stretched out from the necklace and held it directly in Medea's hand.
"..."
Somehow, the eyes looking down at her were kind and sad.
At the same time, a very faint longing crossed Medea.
"...Huh, Mom?"
A long time ago, she remembered seeing this woman. It was so old that she buried it on the other side of her memory.
Instead of answering, the woman smiled softly and kissed Medea briefly on the forehead.
Then, once again, she touched the golden beam of light extending from the necklace.
Soup-!
A clear sound sounded like turning on a harp, and the woman disappeared at the same time.
The blizzard had stopped before she knew it.
"...Mom, did you help me?"
Medea wiped away the tears that had fallen down one cheek. She swallowed the longing that surged.
Now, no one's afterimage appeared in front of her eyes.
Only golden beams of light stretched out, like the orbit of Venus.
Medea just walked along the golden stem of the necklace, little by little. And finally.
She stopped in front of a cave.
"Cesare!"
Medea was finally able to meet her own sincerity.
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