Imperial Palace.
When the First Prince and his wife entered, the Emperor and the major ministers were already in their seats.
The atmosphere inside the spacious hall engraved with the Katzen Empire emblem was so heavy that it was difficult to even breathe.
Medea appeared behind Cesare.
The messenger of the Holy Kingdom, dressed in a cream-colored priest's robe, frowned.
"Why is an apostle who blasphemed the name of God present at a place to discuss the important history of the continent?"
The high priest of Katzen, who accompanied Medea, hardened his face at the messenger's reckless words.
'I can't help but know that this man is our representative... so how can His Holiness send such a fool?'
He had heard that the oracle had been delivered to the Katzen Palace first without going through him, and he had rushed over.
"Please refrain from speaking! What kind of disrespect is this to the First Princess? If you come as a messenger of the Holy Kingdom, you must be polite!"
When the high priest of Katzen scolded him, the messenger of the Holy Kingdom snorted.
"Hmph, the high priest hasn't even grasped the situation of returning to Katzen yet."
He glanced at Medea.
"Don't you know that she framed our true Saintess? It is because of her that His Holiness the Pope finally fell into a coma while trying to correct his sins!"
"His Holiness is in a coma?"
Katzen's high priest opened his eyes.
"How could such an important matter not be communicated to every branch of the continent? Besides, a real Saintess, what kind of nonsense is that!"
"How could the Knights Templar afford to go through such procedures one by one in a chaotic situation tainted by that evil?"
The messenger of the Holy Kingdom replied with a sneer.
"Fortunately, the high priest Paul took over as the papal vicar, and Saintess Rachel drove out the evils and built the temple correctly."
"What?"
High Priest Katzen's white beard trembled.
"Saintess Rachel! Are you sane? I saw with my own eyes that she was caught on the spot while using black magic! What kind of conspiracy is that!"
He couldn't contain his excitement and slapped the messenger harshly.
"Are all the priests in the central temple crazy! It's not enough to release a criminal, so let's reinstate her as Saintess at will? This is a denial of the history of the denomination for thousands of years!"
"How dare! Do you want to discuss the central government's decision?"
Kung!
At that time, the heavy statue thrown by the Emperor rolled on the floor with a loud noise.
The heated war of words has stopped.
"Let's go to your house for a dog fight. This is the Imperial Palace. What are you going to do with everyone?"
Perdicas II's voice was mixed with annoyance.
As if waiting for the messenger, he took out the scroll from his arms and picked it up.
"Of course, Your Majesty. The purpose of this meeting is to convey the words of the Sublime Goddess to the nations. The Pope has solemnly commanded."
"Ha, and oracle, do you think the goddess really has a lot to say to this earth?"
"..."
The high priest was upset by Perdiccas II's rude reaction.
However, he did not dare to express his anger even in front of the Emperor of Katzen.
"Then listen to the Goddess."
That reaction will also change if he knows the contents of the trust.
He tried to suppress his anger and read down the rubbing.
"Cesare, the son of Katzen."
The voice of a messenger rang through the hall.
"Marry my faithful daughter Rachel and make peace."
"This is my will, and whoever disobeys will be judged by his own hands."
"...!"
At that moment, the air froze.
A silence of astonishment and confusion filled the space.
The people present did not understand the meaning of the oracle.
Prince Cesare and Saintess Rachel?
Did I hear it wrong?
Moreover, from what they heard in the war of words a while ago, Saintess Rachel was a sinner not long ago.
Judging from the battle of words just now, it seems that Saintess Rachel was a sinner and had just been reinstated.
'Is that the First Prince, Cesare?'
No, more than that, the First Prince already has a wife he cherishes dearly.
Less than a month after celebrating Grand Son's conception, such an oracle?
'What the hell is this? How did the goddess give such an oracle?'
They unknowingly looked at the First Prince's eyes.
Medea was staring intently at the tabletop, which was a mouse in the lion's hand.
'Yes. This... You prepared it.'
Sighs flowed before surprise.
'Jason, I'm tired of your selfishness.'
He was the one who knew best how despair Medea had been in this oracle in her past life.
Nevertheless, he chose the same method again under the pretext of reclaiming Medea.
To justify her choice, the betrayal of her past life.
That was the reason why Medea could never accept him...
Jason will never realize.
At that moment, Medea felt the Chesare beside her quietly covering her hand.
He wrapped all of her hands in one hand and held them tightly.
As if to tell her not to waver.
Even when they try to force her deepest wounds to be revealed, it reminds her that she is not alone.
That solid warmth was speaking.
A corner of her chest, which had been dry, was wet as if it had been sprayed with sweet rain.
'Yes, I have to celebrate now.'
If this was what Rachel and Jason had just squeezed together.
'I also have something ready for her turn.'
It was time to rejoice that the mice that had been hiding had finally come out of the rat hole and showed their teeth.
"Hmm!"
Meanwhile, the messenger of the Holy Kingdom enjoyed the silence of the court, which was locked in astonishment.
It was the moment when he was about to recite the oracle triumphantly again.
"Katzen's son, Cesare, married my faithful daughter Rachel- Ugh!"
A stream of cold light cut through the air.
Shhh-
A silver dagger brushed the corner of the messenger's mouth.
As he grabbed the corner of his torn mouth, the scroll in his hand rolled on the floor.
"Uh, Mson, it's a joke!"
The messenger clasped its mouth with blood pouring out and glared in the direction from which the dagger flew.
Even if it had been a foot closer, the blade would have pierced his mouth.
"When you talk like a dog, you should have been prepared to tear your mouth apart."
A cool voice echoed through the hall.
It was Cesare.
"With only these fools left, the fall of the Holy Nation is imminent. Don't you know that I'm already married?"
His voice was more cynical than angry
"Or are the children of God, who claim to be the Savior, corrupt enough to openly encourage immorality?"
There is no way that the Holy See will not know or forget.
The wedding of Cesare and Medea took place in their central temple.
"Heh heh, but did the oracle come down? The word of the goddess takes precedence. The goddess..."
The messenger clutched the scroll with his bloody hand and shouted.
The corners of his mouth were torn, and his pronunciation was unclear, but his voice was hoarse.
"Whether it's the Pope's dog or the Pope, tell me clearly."
If you cut that piece of paper and do it one more time, your neck will be scratched first.
Everyone straightened their backs at the bloody voice echoing through the hall.
The air was cold as if announcing a tragedy.
But the messenger did not feel the killing intent and instead opened her eyes.
The anger was directed at Medea.
The cheek was slapped by Cesare, and the anger was directed at her.
"Now... the Saintess. The wicked form of the First Princess who was framed has been revealed, and it is the word that the goddess has given again to correct her mistakes."
"Yes, I think it's better to do."
Cesare muttered lowly.
It seems that even a war of words is useless anymore..
Beying-
The sword slid out, cutting through the air. It was a murderous, intimidating force.
'Ugh, even the sword is so fast!!'
The messenger's face turned white in an instant.
"Bah. Even the Emperor of Valdina didn't kill the messenger of the oracle! If you kill me."
You don't even think about recognizing it, and you're trying to blow the messenger's neck first!
"I, it's war! You don't intend to fight against the Holy Nation and all the Catholics of the continent, do you-!"
"That's good too."
The First Prince cut off the messenger's horse and twisted the corners of his mouth.
"It's a good excuse to trample everything."
He slowly lifted the tip of his sword.
The young black aura surged to the tip of the messenger's chin.
The messenger hugged the tablet in its arms and turned white.
He closed his eyes tightly as he felt the silver sword descending in a straight line towards him.
"First Prince."
The moment when the shining blade of the sword is about to split the messenger and the tablet.
Chaak!
A red thunderbolt flashed.
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