Medea had a dream.
She was going back to the moment when she raised her hand on the tablet of oaths as Katzen's coronation, as Cesare's wife.
Her name was engraved on the yellow paper, and Medea turned around.
The celebratory flowers thrown by people fell at her feet drop by drop.
The sun was warm, and a golden road was waiting for her.
As if to compensate for all the memories of Medea, who was not even treated as a rightful companion by Jason's side in her past life.
"Medea"
Cesare, who was standing beside her, held out his hand.
The road she was going to walk with him was a new path that Medea had never seen before, but she was not afraid.
The road glowed with gold.
Pollen flew along her steps, and the hand holding her was hard.
It was conveyed that at any moment, each other's hands would not fall.
The moment when a strange feeling of being calm and protected envelops Medea...
"Medea de Valdina."
The scene has changed.
She was back in the hall of the central temple.
"Then I'll do it here. Medea de Valdina, Cesare Dweisler Katzen. As a betrothal between the two, I order the completion of the oracle."
"This bond is the will of God, and the oath made in blood will be made under the blessing of the divine."
It was the moment when the oracle of Medea was reestablished with the intervention of Cesare.
Pope Benedict rewrote Mithras.
"Holy See and this old man will be witnesses of this oracle."
However, when the Pope handed down the sentence, contrary to what she remembered, her mithras fell to the ground.
Medea bent down to pick it up, but stopped.
'...Blood.'
Creamy mithras were rolling in a pool of blood that had turned into mud.
Medea looked up.
The central temple had long been encroached upon by black darkness.
She saw round shapes on the floor.
When she turned it over with her trembling hands, she noticed that people were lying down.
"His Holiness the Pope... General manager Leonor..."
Their gray faces no longer felt alive.
And finally.
Medea grabbed the painfully wriggling figure and turned It.
And the moment she recognized that face.
'Theo...?'
Medea opened her eyes wide.
Cesare was looking down at her, his hand still holding on to her.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
He asked in a low voice, and he wrapped his arms around Medea's cheek.
The hand that wiped away the cold sweat that flowed down was stained with silent affection.
"...It's okay."
"Your heart is still beating."
Perhaps he felt a pulse that didn't subside, and his handsome forehead frowned as he looked at Medea.
"...I think something happened to the central temple."
Cesare narrowed his Impression.
There was no report about the temple.
But he knew that Medea sometimes had strange visions.
And that fantasy was always organically connected to reality.
Whether it's cutting down a dragon or catching a fake Saintess.
"It was through that vision that I discovered it on the day I was dying on the iceberg."
"I'll tell Gallo. There is also the Facade inside the temple, so you will find out soon."
Medea nodded.
The warmth that swept down her cheeks and the constant sound of melted snow falling from the roof soothed her heart.
"...Who came?"
Then she noticed.
The presence of others in the house where they were alone for a few days.
Cesare raised the corners of his mouth.
"The people who were looking for you have come. Let us come down slowly."
Medea looked out the window. The blizzard had stopped before she knew it.
After a while.
Medea walked down the stairs step by step.
"Your Highness!"
Neriel ran over.
Behind her, Menil, Gallo, and Terrence were also seen.
It was the group that came to find Cesare on this iceberg.
"I'm glad you're safe. Thank you, God."
Neriel forgot her position for a moment and embraced Medea.
Gallo also rubbed the corners of his open eyes.
"Oh my God. I thought my chest was shrinking. If anything happened to Your Highness, I would not have been unfamiliar with His Majesty the Emperor of Valdina."
He was always cheerful and mischievous, and he was completely devoid of vitality.
"I'm sorry. It worried a lot of people."
As she said this, Medea gently patted Neriel on the back.
"Neriel, I should have been more careful, but you must have been worried."
"No. Your Highness, it's entirely my fault. I will punish myself for inadequately serving Your Highness as an escort."
Neriel paused as she spoke.
Her eyes were fixed on the white nape of her master's neck. She took a step back.
"Neriel?"
Then she looked at Medea and Cesare alternately.
"He, dangerous, in the situation... That's right... We... Your Highness..."
Neriel's voice leaked out as she clenched her fists with anger.
She couldn't stand it and glared at Cesare and groped her waist.
"Lord Neriel, no, be patient!"
Gallo quickly grabbed her.
"Let this go! Are you taking the side of Your Highness, who is ruthless?"
"Between each other, Lord Neriel, I know that I have now saved the Lord from his limbs."
Gallo protested unjustly.
'How sensitive are bosses to life! There were a lot of people whose throats were blown off before the sword was drawn! It's not a disposition to see you as an acquaintance!'
Menil, who didn't notice, also noticed.
In the past few days, as they searched for their masters, Medea and Cesare had become very close.
"..."
"I can't believe Neriel will notice it so quickly."
The person involved, Medea, bit her lip.
Isn't she the one who even caught him saying no?
Her loyal subject glared at Cesare fiercely like a hen guarding her chicks.
"...Calm down, Neriel."
Medea quietly grabbed Neriel by the sleeve.
Her eyes wandered in the air and turned red to the tips of his ears.
"Let it go, Gallo."
At that moment, a heavy voice was heard.
"It's true that I was rash because I was careless."
Medea raised her head suddenly. Noticing that she was embarrassed, Cesare calmly took all the responsibility.
"However, even if Dea and I don't care about the light, the duel will be difficult. What about a duel? You can swing it until the Lord's heart is relieved."
Cesare raised the corners of his mouth languidly. When Medea turned around, he added.
"Don't worry, I won't get hurt too much."
Gallo doubted his ears.
"When did the boss start speaking so gently? And when did you look at the sparring so admirably? Isn't that too much? I was with you all my life, and I was often beaten?"
"Then you can come too."
Cesare replied obediently.
"Boss... Are you okay?"
Gallo, who thought he would be ignored lightly as usual, shook his head.
"Isn't it the head, not the back?"
He even muttered softly.
"Be careful, it's hot."
Cesare didn't care at all and offered Medea a hot cup of tea.
It was like holding a cup to a child, with a careful and attentive touch. Yet, the tip of his straight index finger playfully brushed the back of her hand.
'... Don't do it.'
Medea gently pinched the back of his hand and turned her head as if warning.
She thought her face had thickened for some reason, but now she wanted to run away.
"Your Highness... I'm glad you're safe."
At that moment, Terrence bowed to Medea as if to break the awkwardness.
"Your Highness is our hero. If it weren't for Your Highness, I don't even want to ima gine what would have happened to him and us."
If it weren't for Medea, Cesare would be dying by now, buried in the cold snow somewhere on the iceberg.
He knelt before Medea.
And he reverently tried to align his lips with the back of her hand. It was a ritual etiquette for the mage to express gratitude.
"Don't even dream, what did you do well?"
But Cesare kicked him away. Cesare's eyes were cold as he looked down at Terrence.
It was the price for Terrence disobeying his orders and bringing Medea to this dangerous iceberg.
"Still, isn't it because of Her Highness that you are alive and well here now, or rather, because I brought Her Highness here?"
"Terence, you've become as talkative as Gallo."
Terrence hurriedly withdrew at the sight of Cesare's eyes.
"Anyway, I'm glad everyone is safe. Quite a bit of time has passed while we wait for the blizzard to stop. There is a lot of talk in the church about whether the two of you are alive or dead."
Terence changed the topic by reporting the news of the Saints.
"The Western Empress was also released from the tower. On the surface, His Majesty announced that he would forgive her in consideration of her hard work, but in fact, it would not have been possible if the Emperor had not allowed it."
Cesare twisted the corners of his mouth.
"Boss. It looks like the Emperor has changed his mind again."
"Refreshingly."
The corners of Cesare's mouth rose crookedly.
"If the recession were for me, then it was really dangerous. It means that I saw the lantern before I died."
Far from saving him, he didn't show any heartache for his father, whom he had forgotten.
"Who doesn't know that he has a talent for changing the situation?"
Perdiccas II must have turned the calculator in front of Cesare's death.
If he had to pass on the throne to the Third Prince anyway, he would have decided that it would be better to win his favor in advance by releasing his mother.
"The Western Empress is quickly taking control of the palace again. The 4th Princess was imprisoned in the palace while trying to poison the Western Empress, and the Northern Empress was also deprived of her inner palace authority."
The Fourth Princess, Angelique, opposed the Third Prince and asked for the help of Medea and Cesare.
As for the Western Empress, she took the Fourth Princess as an example.
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