In front of the First Prince's bedroom.
"I need to see Her Highness."
The Marquis of Leniard's voice was muffled.
Under his gray hair, a wrinkled forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his toes showed signs of impatience.
"Step back, Marquis."
When the Marquis of Leniard took a step, Gallo blocked the way.
When the Marquis did not give up and turned around and set foot again, Gallo stood in front of him without looking at him anymore.
The Marquis, who was hit by a body as hard as an iron wall, immediately leaned and lost his focus.
"What are you doing! Chief of the Facade, have you forgotten that His Excellency is an old man? You would have been seriously injured!"
When the Marquis's knight protested, Gallo shrugged.
"Oh no. Why, but it was His Excellency who forced it in."
"Marquis."
The knight turned his head towards Terence in Indignation.
Instead of scolding Gallo, Terrence replied to the Marquis of Leniard as if nothing had happened.
"Your Excellency, Marquis. His Highness is with Her Highness. It is difficult now, so please come later."
"How many times has that been already? I have something to tell you today!"
At Terence's refusal, the Marquis of Leniard could not stand it and raised his voice.
"How long do you think you can avoid this if you are blocking it like this? It will only make the situation worse. This is not the time to block your master's eyes and ears in the name of loyalty."
"What's going on? Your Excellency, if you have time like this, why don't you come to me with a better faith?"
"Terence! Why are you doing this!"
Their voices grew louder and louder.
"What's going on?"
In the commotion, the 1st Princess finally came out of the bedroom.
Her complexion was a little pale, and her weight had dropped a little, but her characteristic noble aura was still undisturbed.
Marquis Leniard breathed his last breath without realizing it.
In just a few weeks, a harsh oracle came down that ordered her husband to marry another woman, and the husband who refused the oracle was punished and collapsed.
It was difficult to find any trace of despair or agitation in her.
Even the Marquis was amazed by her courage, which stood firm in the face of any storm.
"This person is truly the one who is fit to be the Empress."
It was a pity that he could no longer see the great leader, who was unshaken even by the storm, from the throne.
But.
'Not everything in the world goes according to your wishes.'
So did the Marquis Leniard's daughter, the late Empress.
She even had a forbidden relationship with her brother-in-law, with the desire to establish her blood as Emperor, but she eventually died of illness before she could see the fruit.
'It's the same now. Someone has to claim to be a villain."
Her daughter's unbreakable stubbornness eventually led to him losing her.
Cesare could not be made to follow the same ending.
'How did His Highness get here... How did you endure that terrible curse and persecution from all sides three years ago!'
It was impossible to lose a conqueror who would never go down in history again.
"Your Highness, please."
The Marquis of Leniard hurriedly bowed down.
His straight waist, which was hard to bend, was cut as low as it is now.
He knew that what hw was going to say soon was an excessive plea.
"Please. Please allow the Prince to accept the oracle."
Medea looked down at the Marquis in silence.
The giant tree that has firmly supported the 1st Prince faction looks so small and weak.
Maybe it's because of the few tears on his beard now.
When the 1st Princess fell silent and the Marquis became more and more anxious.
Bam!
Eventually, he fell to his knees.
"Your Excellency!"
"This old man begs so earnestly."
The escort tried to get up, but the Marquis knelt down in front of Medea and tightened his head.
"As a subject, I know that I am talking about disloyalty that should not be given. I also know that I am asking the Princess to be too patient. However, Your Highness."
The Marquis was choked and unable to speak, and finally, he spat out his inner feelings with trembling lips.
"He is being looked down upon, but he is also my last remaining blood."
"..."
"When His Highness the 1st Prince rises, He will never forget Your Highness the sacrifice of His Highness. Please turn a blind eye to this time, just this time. Isn't it the first thing to save hia life?"
"Marquis, it will be difficult now that you are old."
Then Gallo violently forced him to rise.
He didn't care about the old man's body swaying.
His face, which had always been smiling, was stiff to the point of being bitter.
Terrence also scolded him.
"Who saved Cesare's life? Three years ago, in the iceberg accident. If it weren't for Her Highness, he would have died. But how dare you think like this!"
"That's why I'm asking you to do this...!"
The voice of the Marquis of Leniard trembled.
"Your Highness, the wise Princess cannot be unaware of the seriousness of the situation...!"
Medea let out a short laugh.
Even though the old Marquis's inner thoughts were clearly read, it was not that she couldn't understand him, so she couldn't help but laugh.
The fact that he even brought up the topic of blood meant that he was really nervous.
"Marquis. If a person who volunteers for his master's blood kneels and tightens his forehead, how dare he call it a 'request'?"
Is it pressure disguised as a request, not coercion?
The voice was calm but unshakable, and the Marquis of Leniard swallowed his breath.
"The floor is sagging. Don't push yourself too hard, and go back. The Marquis is so worried about His Highness, so if there's any good news, I'll definitely pass it on to you."
It was the usual calm, but affectionate and thoughtful tone.
"Your Highness..."
"I ask Gallo and Terrence to see you off. Well, then go carefully."
The First Princess went back.
Creak.
The door was closed.
There was not a single answer to Leniard's plea to his knees.
How can I not know that the silence of the 1st Princess means that she does not even intend to persuade the Marquis?
'Then, did you think that our Highness would succumb to the pressure of old worms like you?'
Gallo stared at the Marquis of Leniard, dazed and staggering to his feet.
"Alas..."
The Marquis groaned and lowered his head.
He gave up his pride and prestige, but he didn't get what he wanted.
It was only natural that this Incident caused the 1st Princess to be irrevocably stigmatized with distrust.
The Marquis of Leniard's legs trembled.
"I'll take you there."
"Get out of here."
The Marquis roughly shook Terence's arm, who was trying to support him.
Terence muttered coldly.
"Your Excellency, you must not forget for a moment that you are only a servant of Cesare."
"You...!"
The Marquis opened his eyes wide.
Then he sighed.
"Do you know I want to do this?"
The fact that the gentlemanly Terence stabbed the Marquis de Leniar in the back of the neck was proof that he was that angry.
"..."
He staggered out of the hallway
Heavy regret followed.
***
Creak.
Theo looked up at the sound of the door closing.
Behind the door, Medea stood still.
"Your Highness..."
Theo, who was standing next to the bed where Cesare was lying, was at a loss.
One of the handsome young man's arms was still bandaged.
There were some scars on his face, but he still couldn't hide the nobility that was characteristic of a temple knight.
"Your Highness, I will send the marquis-"
"Yes, Theo. You keep looking at Cesare here. I'll go out and see."
He could hear all of them in this room a little earlier.
Gallo and Terence are also arguing with the Marquis of Leniard.
Medea's resolute voice rejecting the Marquis's tearful pleas.
Did you always do that behind the door?
Immersed in the shadow of the wall, she looked so small and dangerous as she breathed in.
Ha. Medea let out a short breath of her last breath.
Then she walked to the bed where Cesare was lying.
"Go on. Are you the same?"
Then she continued casually.
Just like going back to the situation before the voice of the Marquis of Leniard was heard a little while ago.
"Yes, Your Highness. I don't feel the same stench as Rachel."
Theo is the only person who was able to feel Rachel's taste with Medea the other day.
So Medea called Theo with a feeling of grasping at straws.
With the expectation that if he looks at Cesare, something will come out.
"But that doesn't mean it's completely nothing. It's bizarre."
Theo's frown furrowed deeply.
The energy he felt at his fingertips was strangely intertwined.
"I know there's something, but there's something very powerful covering it, and I don't think we can figure it out..."
"It must have been done by them..."
Theo felt more and more devastated.
He felt so helpless. He felt pathetic about himself.
"If he were the he, would you have found something?"
Could it have been of help to His Highness?
"..."
Medea nodded calmly.
"Yes. I'll go out."
There was no blame for Theo for not finding a way.
However, his eyes were still fixed on the First Prince, who was lying down.
Theo hesitated without realizing it.
Medea's gaze towards her husband made him realize that he didn't exist from the beginning.
Yes.
Before leaving the room, Theo looked back for a moment at the inseparable footsteps.
Medea was sitting on one side of the bed, reaching out to the First Prince.
She was looking down at the First Prince with a fragile and gentle face that he had never seen before.
The moment he saw her gently wrapped his sleeping cheeks. Theo's heart pounded.
He quickly walked and closed the door.
"..."
However, his heart was still beating hard.
Suddenly, an intense jealousy surges through him toward the man she touches, the man she looks at.
He even thought that it would be better if it were he, not the First Prince, lying there.
Could it be said that all these dark flames are only reverence for the agent?
Because he couldn't dare to be confident...
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