Sparks flew in Jason's eyes.
"So, do you think he's different from me?"
"Yes."
Medea nodded.
"It's insulting to compare him to you."
"He's just like me. From the moment he sits on the throne, he says he's not your man. It will change just like me."
"Just admit it. Jason, you were cowardly human scum that you were scum."
Medea looked down at him indifferently.
"He's different."
Jason seemed to be crazy with rising jealousy.
Her infinite trust in Cesare seemed to eat away at his head.
Knowing those blind eyes, he felt like he was going to turn around even more.
'It was mine. It was my share of love.'
Even now, he wanted to kill the guy who was somewhere in this villa palace right now, who had taken away all the affection and trust that was his.
"Your Highness, I am looking for you now....What happened? Grand Duke Castullo?"
At that time, the Eastern Empress came out.
Then she looked at Jason, who was close to Medea, and raised her eyebrows.
"You're going to come back to me eventually. You'll soon realize that he's no different."
Jason whispered cursed words and took a stormy step.
"Are you okay? Why does the Grand Duke look so fierce?"
She only knew that he was always obedient in front of Perdiccas II.
Was he such a fierce person?
The Eastern Empress was taken aback.
The red-eyed person she met a while ago, full of madness, gave her goosebumps.
"Where the hell are the escorts? always keep them by your side. If you keep doing that, he'll probably do something stupid."
Medea nodded at the Eastern Empress's advice and returned to her seat.
Neril quickly approached her.
She looked calm, but her eyes were shaking with worry.
"Your Highness, are you okay?"
"It's just as I think."
The reason she left Neril behind on purpose was to let Jason approach her.
"Even killed the Western Empress."
The a scab on the wound on the back of Jason's hand.
"He was the one who helped Rachel escape."
Medea was convinced by Jason's prophecy of Cesare's betrayal.
"I wondered how Rachel got out of the pitch-black room."
As the Knights of the Templar proved by their own deaths, the security of the pitch-black room is by no means easy
"Only insiders can know the location of Holy Prison. Outsiders can't know where it is."
Medea wondered who had reached out to Rachel through that strict border.
"Jason can. He must know the Inside of the central temple."
In her past life, he was a companion of a saint.
As much as Rachel took the lead as Empress of Katzen, Jason was also the closest helper of the Holy Kingdom.
"There were traces of Castullo in the warlock's stronghold."
Hearing Medea's words, Cesare also noticed Jason's presence as the fragments were revealed one by one.
"Gallo said that a few months ago, there was a report that Castullo's carriage came and went from the border of the Holy Kingdom."
Gallo apologized, saying that he thought it was the Grand Duke snooping on the Holy Kingdom because he couldn't get a seat in Katzen, so he passed it over.
Medea nodded.
Jason, Rachel.
The two, who were intertwined with Medea and their bad relationship in their past lives, showed their presence by growing tenaciously like weeds that would not die, no matter how much she stepped on them.
"..."
In the end, seeing that the two of them held hands, it seems that the couple's bond from the past life is unbreakable.
"If you don't feel it firsthand, you all make the same mistakes."
Fools.
A voice that seemed to be sighing echoed.
"Then I have no choice but to let you experience it yourself and realize it."
***
In front of Jason, who left the palace with a limp stride, a carriage with the coat of arms of the Grand Duke of Castullo was waiting.
He got into the carriage with a bloody face.
However, there were already passengers in the carriage.
"There are still some obvious doubts about the death of Western Empress, so did you turn a deaf ear to remain silent like a dead rat?"
The warlock sent by Rachel was upset.
"You haven't forgotten what we're going to do, have you? If you act so arbitrarily and get caught, and our plan falls apart, we can't handle it, that's it!"
However, Jason's hand grabbed him by the collar, and he was pinned to the wall of the carriage.
"I haven't forgotten, so don't forget either. Who gave you a way to live?"
The red eyes glowed strangely.
The warlock agreed, believing that all of Katzen's royal family members were as insane as they were.
"...Ugh, I remember, how... could I not?"
"The plan must also be expedited. If we delay any longer, even missing a single templar, our true identity will be revealed."
The warlock pursed his lips.
When you decide to step back, don't you already know the situation of the secret pitch-black room that only occurred inside the central temple?
"And there's one more thing to add to the magic circle."
A cruel light appeared on Jason's face.
"If you refuse the oracle, let the god punish you."
With this oracle, the situation will be completely changed.
'Medea, no matter how much you are, you will not be able to handle this.'
His eyes flashed with hot fury.
"Yes, well, that's right."
The warlock agreed.
If it's divine punishment, your plan will work better.
However, since the opponent is the opponent, a considerable price will be required for the divine punishment to be effective.
More sacrifices are needed, but the corpses of the dead Templars are piled up like mountains in the pitch-black room.
They were those who used pure divine power, so their bodies didn't rot.
"Well, the day will come soon."
The warlock rubbed his swept red temples slightly and then disappeared like smoke.
Left alone, Jason glared at the palace that could be seen through the carriage window.
Do you believe in him, Medea? Did you tell me that Cesare is different?
"Foolish, Medea. You have changed, but in fact, nothing has changed."
This time, you still believe in the man who claims to be your husband.
"Yes, let's see if he will betray your expectations."
It can only let you see with your own eyes how shallow your faith is.
***
Marquis Leniard.
Late at night, the ministers and nobles of the 1st Prince's faction gathered secretly.
"We will start preparing for the coronation."
"Qw haven't received the Emperor's approval yet. Is it okay?"
Someone asked cautiously.
"The time has passed for His Highness to need someone's permission."
The eyes of the 1st Prince's maternal grandfather, Marquis Leniard, shone coldly.
It was the eyes of a predator waiting for the right time to snatch its prey.
"His Majesty's health is deteriorating day by day. He was even shocked by the death of the Western Empress... Haven't we all seen that he couldn't even keep the funeral properly?"
It was a suitable justification to turn the Emperor's heartlessness into weakness.
"Yes. Now the empire needs a new master."
"The only owner is His Highness the First Prince."
Whispers of the nobles permeated the hallway.
"The time has come."
The Marquis of Leniard nodded slowly.
"Hurry up and get ready."
But none of them notice that a spy, who had been leaning against the wall in the darkness, had overheard the entire conversation and then disappeared without a trace like a shadow.
***
Imperial Palace.
The head of the Imperial Palace Knights knelt down and gave the report.
"What is it? Are you already preparing for the coronation?"
Perdiccas II, who was leaning on the bedpost, opened his eyes.
"These are..."
When he heard the news of the secret meeting at the Marquis Leonard's residence, he burst into anger.
"You treat me very like a scarecrow. I am still fine! Cough!"
The words of anger scattered into the air because of the rough cough that burst.
The attendant hurriedly held out the tea.
"Haha, hahaha!"
A bitter smile burst out at the corner of Perdiccas II's mouth as the tea flowed down.
It is because he realized the bitter reality that he could not even lose his temper as before due to the ungrateful behavior of his servants that he could hear in his deteriorating physical condition.
"Now that they've defeated Juan, they don't have to wait any longer. Yeah, that's right."
Realizing the scale of power that had completely favored his eldest son due to the fall of the 3rd Prince faction, Perdiccas II was immersed in a deep sense of helplessness.
No one in the butcher's shop pays attention.
It was a truly unfamiliar feeling, as if he had become a useless piece of meat.
"...They couldn't even lift their spirits at my majesty..."
Now, even with the news of the First Princess's pregnancy, anxiety preceded joy.
What if your son pushes you away and takes away the throne before his wife even brings your grandchildren?
"It can't be like this, I need to take control again..."
However, the eldest son's power was too strong to be used against him.
Thinking of the miserable words of the Western Empress, Perdiccas II no longer dared to aim for Cesare's life.
"How... What should I do? Heaven will let me meet such a humble end?"
He grabbed her chest tightly.
Fortunately, the sky still seemed to be on Perdiccas' side.
"Your Majesty, a messenger from the Holy Kingdom has arrived!"
Within a few days, news arrived that would completely turn the situation around, as he had been eagerly hoping for.
"The oracle has come out again."
The embers that had been dormant in the gray ashes burned again and shook the continent.
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