Medea stared at the Emperor calmly
"Then I should remind Your Majesty that Cesare and I were also married by an or acle."
"You...!"
"Alas. Your Majesty did not attend the wedding or coronation, so you might forget about it."
Under her elegant eyebrows, sarcasm spread at every tip of her words.
"By the word of the goddess, this is the first betrothal swear in front of everyone on the continent, including Valdina. Since the original oracle is considered the most sacred in the history of the continent, my oracle also takes precedence over this second."
Medea's voice was calm, but each word was imbued with cold anger
"Therefore, the position of Empress mentioned by Your Majesty belongs to me, and it is right that the position of Empress belongs to her."
Perdiccas II's breath choked. It seemed as if someone had kicked his name violently.
"Therefore. Your Majesty, please order the Holy Nation and the fake Saintess to do as you have suggested to me."
Fake Saintess.
As the oracle descended, she unhesitatingly voiced the suspicions of Saintess Rachel, whom everyone in the empire was wary of mentioning.
"And please pass on my words as well."
Medea added.
"Then I will bury Rachel, and the child who will be born in her belly, in a sunny place where there is not a single blade of grass."
Medea's green eyes shone coldly.
"Don't worry and come to Katzen right away."
...Are you saying you'll bury it quietly?
The attendant thought he had heard it wrong.
However, looking at Perdiccas II's face, which was so red and blue that it looked like it would burst if pressed, he realized that he had heard correctly.
The 1st Princess directly declared that if the Saintess insisted on an oracle and married the 1st Prince, she would kill her on that day.
"Did you see this wicked thing..."
Her green eyes, which glowed fiercely like a hungry beast, showed her will to make her words come true.
It was as solid as an old tree.
Even if a storm blows and a tidal wave occurs, he feels that her firm will never be broken, and he even gets goosebumps.
"Cesare vomits blood every day! Seizures are common, and the wounds of the gods only get worse!"
Perdiccas II tried to appeal to Medea's feelings as if he were grasping at straws for the last time.
'Even if you say that, when that gut went missing, didn't you go to the snowy mountains to save him? Since her affection for Cesare is that deep, if his life is at stake, she'll have no choice but to suffer.'
"If you don't accept the oracle, the divine punishment will continue. Are you going to kill your husband?"
Ahaha.
Medea snorted.
As her father-in-law thought were too naive.
"Yes."
There was no wavering on her pale face.
"What, what? Does it matter if your husband dies like this?!"
Perdiccas II asked back, doubting his ears.
"Yes, he betrays me and marries another woman, so why do I need to keep him alive?"
"You, you!"
"I'd rather be a widow happily."
After saying that, she bent her knees slightly and turned around.
The hem of the black dress fluttered like a gust of wind.
"You, you! What are you doing! Come and catch her!"
Perdiccas II was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and shouted.
"That insolent woman! You've gone overboard! Oh, if that's the case, I'll definitely kick you out!"
Perdicas II went on a rampage.
He believed that he was the only one who was the highest in the world.
Have you ever been openly stabbed in this way in your life, pointed out for hypocrisy, and crushed without even the slightest sense of face?
'If she's a poisonous wench who can't bear to see another woman beside her, even if her husband dies, it's right to kick her out! I'm going to kick her out alone!"
His wrinkled eyes were so furious that tears physiologically welled up in the corners of his eyes.
"..."
Instead of answering, Penteros just stared at him indifferently, as usual.
It was a ghostly presence as always, as if it didn't exist.
"That's right, Penteros. I think so too. For the sake of the generation. The Supreme One must sacrifice even the smallest things for the sake of all people!"
But that alone made Perdiccas II think that he agreed with him and supported him, that it was very right.
"Call the Knight Commander right away! The new Crown Princess will soon arrive at the border, so greet her respectfully and bring her to the Imperial Palace immediately! I will put on the crown of the Crown Princess by hand."
Perdiccas II gasped and cried out.
"Is that all? Let's hold a very, very grand coronation. Dig up the name of Valdina a nd the sissy engraved on the yellow paper, alas. I can't erase it, so engrave it on it."
Even at that moment when all his existence is erased.
"Let's see where that cheeky little bitch doesn't shed a single tear!"
***
Imperial palace corridors.
The sound of the heavy door closing echoed.
"Wook."
As soon as she left the Emperor's Palace, Medea pressed against the wall.
She gave strength to her wobbly legs.
Cold sweat flowed down a few strands of slender silver hair clinging to her temples.
The Emperor's room was filled with a strong fragrance.
It was a mixture of white flowers and musk.
It was an expensive perfume that Perdiccas II liked to spray because it was said to cheer up the spirit.
"Does it matter if your husband dies like this?"
The pungent smell that pierced the tip of her nose turned Medea upside down like poison.
Her teeth marks are still visible on the inside of her cheek where she bit down to hide the pottery.
"Baby, why do you throw such a temper tantrum instead of being patient?"
As Medea muttered to herself in a soothing tone, Jason walked in from the end of the hallway
Medea's green eyes, which had been stroking her stomach and giving it soft eyes, cooled down in an instant.
"Medea."
His voice sounded low.
Jason suppressed the feeling of being stabbed in the chest by a rusty sword and twisted the corners of his mouth up.
"Why do you look like that? You should be happy that Cesare rejected the oracle as you believe."
"..."
Jason took a step closer.
"I know why you don't want to spare him."
He whispered in a low voice.
"After all, in front of the throne and in the face of death. You'd rather let him die because you're afraid he'll be different."
A sneer mixed in his voice.
"Oh, that's what you're afraid of. Isn't it?"
Jason asked repeatedly as if provocative.
"He didn't betray you, but he'll soon be left with a handful of dirt by your side."
She swallowed involuntarily.
"How do you feel? That is the price of not betraying your faith. Don't you think you're too harsh on Cesare?"
It seemed that she had only one answer to any of these questions.
'Choose me, Medea.'
Swallowing the words, Jason stared at Medea.
Medea looked at Jason still.
"Jason."
Jason, who seemed to know everything, laughed at the unhiddenly desperate hope in his eyes.
"Even if you resurrect a false Saintess, create a false oracle, or use black magic or whatever trick you can perform."
Medea stretched out her hand.
She took the flower out of the vase in the corridor of the Imperial Palace and tilted the bottle.
"I'll never go back to you."
Suuuur.
Water flows down to the floor.
Crang! The bottle that fell to the floor broke and scattered into pieces.
"There are things in the world that can never be taken back."
Medea whispered.
"It's time."
The voice tickling his ears sweetly sounded like the whisper of Nemesis, the goddess of vengeance, pushing the evil into the river of death.
"You can't catch what has gone away. You have to run to those who are waiting for you."
"There's no turning back... Someone says?"
Jason's voice trembled wildly.
"Even if Cesare was gone, the fruits of that person remain with me."
Medea placed her hand on her belly.
Then she took a step back.
Protecting her child from danger, she is the most familiar mother to Jason.
"So, Jason, now you live your time too."
"Haha...!"
Jason's vision faltered.
Every movement of Medea turned upside down.
Jason had never felt Cesare's presence more painfully than he did now. It was as if a large rock had struck him.
"Time... Ha, time..."
The words rang endlessly in his head.
This is because he finally realized it.
Even if the damn thing dies, the changes that have occurred in this life are irreversible.
That woman could no longer be his.
Then.
'Shouldn't we go back to the beginning?'
Old desires and jealousy shook like boiling in the air
'Yes, if you can't get it back, you can turn it back.'
For the first time.
"Princess of Valdina, call me Jason."
There was no hurt or betrayal, the first moment he met her...
Medea tells him that he can't turn back time. However, he doesn't know.
The infinite power of darkness has changed even the oracle of the goddess.
"..."
As if he had escaped from a maze, his eyes changed.
He was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that Medea's green eyes also flashed sharply.
"Medea."
Jason didn't continue speaking.
Leaving only a crazy look in his eyes, he turned back down the hallway and disappeared.
Medea didn't take her eyes off him until she couldn't see his back.
Rattle.
It seemed to sound like the sound of the trap closing.
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