Medea pondered the conversation between Cesare and Leniard once again.
"Forget the idea of secretly pushing the oracle. Rachel, that woman becoming my companion is out of question."
"Your Highness...?"
"Sir Terence."
Medea's face raised her head, which was quite different from what Terence expected.
Her green eyes were surprisingly calm.
"We know this oracle is a lie. So, is there a chance that this god is some kind of magic that is triggered in exchange for rejecting the oracle?"
"That..."
Terence paused.
He pushed up his glasses and was preoccupied, but Medea's words gradually brought back his memory.
"...Ah, there's a possibility!"
He hit his knees.
"When he confronted the Emperor, Cesare expressed his Intention to reject the oracle. And the divine punishment was constantly engraved on his body! And when Rachel's name was spoken..."
Terence continued.
"The divine punishment became the most powerful. The magic starting worse may be a sign to reject that woman, a fake Saintess, Rachel."
Terence stuck out his tongue.
"However, how much of a sacred sacrifice have you sacrificed to decorate it to such specific and powerful words to disguise it as divine punishment...?"
"Heh, these are the ones who smashed the central temple. Even if they sacrifice all the priests there, they won't blink an eye."
Gallo pointed out bluntly. Medea asked.
"Is there any way we can break this magic?"
If only the oracle could be lifted, they could free Cesare from the divine punishment.
But Terence's face soon darkened again.
"It's black magic using the darkness of the beginning, so the method of doing it is not well known."
"..."
"The biggest problem is that you can't predict how the black magic will react in the process of doing it."
Terence rubbed his temples.
Black magic, which is rooted in the darkness of the beginning, is itself a product of chaos and uncertainty.
"The best thing to do now is to make sure he doesn't say that trigger as much as possible."
"Yes. Then, when the boss wakes up, you can tell him not to mention whether it is a fake Saintess or an oracle."
"That's also difficult."
At Gallo's words, Terence shook his head again.
"If the moment he realizes that the object of black magic is magic, we don't know how the repercussions will come out. Until now, it has often been used to destroy the subject's soul."
"What should you do?!"
Gallo squeezed his head.
"What if I remove the caster?"
Medea asked quietly.
"It's the easiest and most powerful solution. It can also prevent the side effects of black magic bouncing out to other places."
She was pondering something and opened her mouth.
"Tell the Marquis of Leniard, and tell him to tell the Holy Kingdom. I will invite them to the coronation."
"They will understand that it means that we will accept the trust."
"That's it. And I'll give this information to Jason as well."
Medea replied.
"I will hold the coronation of Cesare in the cathedral."
***
At that time, near the border in Katzen.
Meanwhile, several cream-colored wagons camped and lit fires.
The flames of the bonfire rose thickly, creating smoke.
Before the sun set, a butterfly resembling a sunset floated leisurely in the air.
Then, crash.
A pale hand stretched out of the carriage window and grabbed the butterfly.
"I'm tired of it."
The wings, which sparkled with silver powder, had long since been crushed by the white hands.
The purple eyes that looked down at the butterfly's corpse, which had stopped after wriggling, lost their excitement.
"It's a really long, long journey; it's boring."
Rachel, who had put her legs on the chariot, asked Paul.
"Isn't it frustrating? It's between us, so why don't we take off some of our skin?"
That is, to a colleague wearing Paul's mask.
"In a while, it's Katzen's border. It's not bad to be careful."
"Heh, would you like to be so careful before the Golden Tower collapses?"
Despite Rachel's sarcasm, the warlock's face did not change.
Despite Rachel's sarcasm, the warlock's face did not change.
"The Golden Tower is enough to rebuild. Master has passed away, but as long as we have mastered its essence, darkness will be inherited forever."
Even the goddess could not completely eradicate the warlocks.
"Hmph, if Katzen is in my hands, that time will be faster."
Rachel said triumphantly.
I, the Empress of Katzen and the Saintess of the Continent, will stand behind them.
"Don't worry, I'll kill the things on the Facade first to avenge the Golden Tower. Still, shouldn't I repay the grace of raising me?"
However, even with Rachel's smug pretense, his expression did not change.
"By now, the people sent by the Emperor of Katzen should have greeted us."
When Perdiccas II decided to accept the oracle, he said he would come out to greet them.
However, even though Katzen's border was getting closer, no one was seen.
Paul became nervous.
He also took control of the Holy State and reinstated the Saintess. He announced an oracle and imprinted fear on the First Prince, who refused to accept it, and finally obtained the approval of Perdiccas II.
'Everything is going according to plan, but why...'
He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was going wrong little by little.
"The First Prince is on the brink of death. Is it a big deal that he forgot? His son looks like he's going to die, so he's going to be distracted."
Rachel chuckled. Her white index finger slammed the butterfly's crushed wings.
"Cesare, ah, Cesare..."
"..."
"You look like a fool. You should be as good as you can. Do you dare to go against me, Rachel? I needed that life, but if you hadn't died, I would have died."
Even though she laughed, her heart boiled.
A man strong enough to reject the fate set by God belongs to Medea.
The fact that there was only that bitch in the heart of that outstanding man gave Rachel an unbearable sense of humiliation.
Rachel twisted her lips.
"It feels like it's all about coalition now."
However, if it is in the midst of increasing pain.
"Even when he is torn apart and writhing in pain as if he is about to die, it remains to be seen if he still wants to reject the oracle."
Rachel had no doubts at all.
It is a divine punishment completed by sacrificing the Pope and the entire Temple Order.
How far can a human being endure that pain?
No nobility is useless in front of Instinct.
The desire for survival destroys any strong belief.
Moreover, a man like the First Prince who survived like a tenacious person over countless lives and deaths and came here.
Can he throw his whole life away for just one woman?
"...They said she had a child."
Although there was no subject, Paul could tell who Rachel was referring to.
"Ahaha. How desperate she was. I would have thought it was over."
Just imagining Medea's face, which must have turned blue while holding her stomach, spread sweetness in her mouth.
"It's mine, it had to come into my hands."
I won't give you anything.
The strongest empire, the most outstanding man. Everything should be mine.
'So. Medea, you should have killed me.'
Watch carefully how a moment of carelessness can take everything from you again.
A cruel smile appeared on Rachel's lips. Paul's face hardened as he opened the cigarette that his subordinates had brought.
"Why?
"...The Emperor is dead."
Paul held the parchment paper in his hand. It was a letter from Jason.
"And they announced that they would hold the coronation ceremony of the First Prince before the Emperor's funeral. The messenger who invites us to the coronation will greet us at the border."
Then he showed Paul another piece of parchment.
At the bottom of the secretly sealed parchment was the seal of the Marquis of Leniard.
"He is the leader of the First Prince's faction. He is also the paternal grandfather of the 1st Prince. Finally, they changed their stance."
His invitation to this letter must have meant that he would push Rachel to complete the Oracle.
"Hmph, he pretended to be noble, and he was the same. It means that taking the throne is more important than his father's funeral."
Rachel snorted and curled her hair up with her Index finger.
"Poor Medea, what will you look like when you see me at the coronation?"
If she realizes that even her subordinates have betrayed her.
"Hurry up and set off again. I need to enter Katzen as soon as possible."
A joyful voice dyed the night sky black.
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