Castulo Mansion, Castle Persepolis.
The building, shrouded in pitch darkness, was so dilapidated that it didn't feel like no one was there.
The basement is located in the deepest part of it.
A black-robed wizard was tied in the center of a semicircle drawn under a flaming torch, with his tongue flying.
"Castullo, ugh, damn it-!"
Every time he opened his mouth, blood splattered. Already, his condition was in a state of disrepair.
"Tell me."
Jason thrust the torch under his chin.
"You know the magic formula that turns back time."
"How many times do I say I don't know! It's impossible to turn back time! Do you think you've become a god?!"
The warlock shouted harshly, his face twisted.
He never dreamed that he would be in this situation.
His ally, who prepared this false oracle together, and the mischievous and ambitious man who was looking down on them, thinking that it was in the palm of his hand.
He never imagined that he would turn into a madman and torture him.
"I don't think you guys who can create fake oracles or gods don't know this."
In the meantime, Jason shook his head in disbelief.
"In exchange for accepting the darkness, you must pay the equivalent of suffering from the light. God's fire is a good way to hurt your souls."
Jason poured oil over the torch.
It was a holy oil.
"It seems that God has not abandoned me yet. Even though I'm so close to the warlocks, I don't have any problems. Fortunately."
"That's against the golden rule! You're crazy! You're completely insane! Even the warlocks of the Golden Tower didn't dare to touch it!"
Jason's eyes flashed like flashes.
Golden rule. God's wrath.
If God had stopped him, he would have gone back to the dirt a long time ago.
Jason gestured silently.
"Yes, Your Highness."
His subordinate, holding a torch, took a step forward.
"Kwaaaaah!"
The sorcerer's scream rang out as he split the basement.
Every time the flame of the holy oil touched his skin, it not only burned his soul but also brought him to life.
In the midst of desperate screams, the warlock shouted under his breath.
"My... My brothers are coming to Katzen. If they find out that you did this."
"Tell me. If you want to see them even if you are alive. How do you turn back time?"
Shhhh.
The smell of burning flesh rose into the space.
"Ugh! No, you can just tell me!"
In the end, the warlock gave in.
"The longer you try to go back, the bigger the magic circle should be! There should be as many sacrifices! When the gin is activated, everyone in it will be tied up and sacrificed!"
He revealed the entire process of going back in time with black magic.
He added.
"The more sacrifices with specific abilities, such as knights who have mastered the auras, priests of holy power, or sorcerers who have mastered mana, the more valuable the offerings will be, and the more successful the magic will be."
"..."
"...When my brothers come, they can help you."
The warlock looked at him and said.
In any case, the first thing to do now was to get out of the clutches of this madman.
"...Yes."
I got all the information I wanted.
The corners of Jason's mouth curled slowly.
"We'll be able to meet each other soon."
Ugh-!
Before he could finish speaking, the sky flashed.
Blood splattered over the semicircle.
"Kuhuhuh..."
The warlock grabbed his neck and leaned forward.
He couldn't even say the last words in the bubbling blood bubbles.
Jason turned his back and muttered lowly.
"It is a gathering of knights, priests, and wizards..."
In the distance, the bell rang, which meant the Emperor's coat of arms.
The corners of Jason's mouth twisted up.
As far as his eyes could reach, there was a golden invitation on the table.
Whether the recipient is Medea or Cesare, it must be an invitation to play with him.
"The Coronation of Cesare."
I want the cathedral where the coronation ceremony will be held.
In that most honorable moment when your love sits on the throne.
"Medea."
I'll show it right in front of you.
"Soon we will be together again."
He looked up.
In the bloody basement, Jason's red eyes glowed cruelly.
***
Late at night, the Imperial Palace.
The most innermost part of the Imperial Library, the Forbidden Book area, was as quiet as a mouse.
In the silence, he heard the sound of Iron cracking and unlocking.
In the pitch-black darkness without a single candle, a man in a black robe walked down the aisle.
"Meow~"
A cat stood in his way and cried.
The black fur shone in the darkness.
"Oh my god, I was surprised!"
The man in the robe bit his lip.
"Ha..."
Why didn't you make me do this for a thousand gold coins?
The man was a new servant who had just entered the palace.
When he first came, his gunner informed him of rumors that servants who had been beaten to death by Perdiccas II often appeared in this library.
"Wow, all the joints are broken, and I'm scratching the floor..."
Recently, when rumors arose that the Emperor's unfortunate death might be the result of the curse of his unjust subjects, the man trembled in his hands.
"Let's find it quickly. He said he would give me money when this job was over."
Then he took out a dusty book from the corner of the bookshelf and opened it.
The cover was engraved with a red pattern.
It was a drawing that accurately depicted the internal structure of the cathedral.
The servant who took out the oiled paper snorted and copied the drawing.
It was then.
A faint sound was heard in the darkness at the end of the hallway.
The disgusted servant quickly turned his head.
With the Emperor's funeral and the divine punishment of the First Prince, it is the time when the guards in the imperial palace are the strictest.
If he is caught, he may be executed on the spot.
"No matter how great a thousand gold coins are, they are incomparable to life."
The servant grabbed the unfinished tablet and left the library in a hurry.
After a while, Medea appeared in the darkness as if the curtain had fallen.
Neril followed behind her.
"Thank you for your hard work, Neril. Your ability to move in the dark has not rusted."
Medea walked to the bookshelf where the servant was hunched over.
As he hurriedly left his seat, a thick book was clumsily sticking out on one side of the bookshelf.
Medea stretched out her hand.
When she opened the bookcase, the side that the servant had seen a little while ago was fully revealed.
"Jason..."
Finally, you decided to take a completely different path from Rachel.
The corners of Medea's mouth twitched as if she were smiling.
It was when her index finger was tapping on the desk as she looked down at the drawing.
Saaaa-
An unexpected wind blew into the library.
On the opposite wall where Medea stood hung a huge portrait of the first Emperor, and below it was a small table.
Charalalalak-
The pages of a thick book on the table were turning by themselves.
It was the founding document of the Katzen Empire.
As if he had something he wanted to show her, the bookshelf stopped as he quickly turned the pages.
On the unfolded surface was a painting on a stone slab with the pattern of the imperial family.
"Oath of...stone..."
It was no stranger to Medea.
At the time of the founding of the empire, the eternal oath that the First Emperor gave to the Empress was engraved.
A stone that is said to be the source of the lineage of the Katzen Imperial Family.
[...The first cut down the rock imbued with the power of the beginning and made it the Emperor of the empire.]
Medea, who was reading the text under the picture, stopped.
I was right. His green eyes flashed.
***
The western border of Katzen.
A tailwind blew differently from the icy wind in the north.
The warm temperature and the greenish zone beyond the horizon seemed to explain the inherent wealth of the land of Katzen.
On a hill overlooking the granary, a man sat on a white horse.
Silver hair fluttered along the scattering tailwind. The greatsword, the size of a child, tied to his waist, shone in the light.
As if in the shape of a cool pillar of ice, an unstoppable cold air flowed out of the company.
"Your Majesty, if you cross this river, you will be in Katzen."
It was Peleus, the young Emperor of the beautiful Valdina, who had matured a little more in one year.
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