"I never imagined that the day would come when I would set foot in Katzen, but I don't know."
The massive man next to the emperor spoke. It was D'Angel.
He exuded the belligerent aura of the head of the Imperial Guard Agema.
He scanned the granary with a surprisingly agile and sharp eye that didn't match his size.
"I think we can break through the northwest defensive wall. We have to be prepared for a little close battle."
"Have you forgotten that we are now in a secret meeting?"
Sissair swallowed a sigh.
"We have to avoid close battles as much as possible. If you do it wrong, it's an invasion! Do you want to go to war?"
"Hmph, he's taking a new wife while leaving our Princess behind. It's ridiculous. Just do what you're told! Do you think it's scary? I want to throw everything away, but I'm holding back!"
D'Angel vented the anger he had been holding back.
The Agemas lined up behind the three of them quietly expressed their sympathy by raising their hands to the swordsmanship.
The Imperial Guard Agema grew in size in terms of number and quality over the course of three years, along with the development of the country.
Therefore, the number of people brought in now has already far exceeded the existing number of people.
"Hah. Is it the end if you complain? The most important thing for us is to bring Her Highness the Princess safely."
What should we do with these people whose heads and bodies are like stone statues?
Sissair took off his outer glasses and rubbed his sticky forehead.
This is because he did not stop his subordinates from saying that they would burn the war, and Emperor Peleus also expressed his sympathy.
"What about Dea? Not yet?"
Peleus asked lowly.
"...It is said that Her Highness headed to the Imperial Palace. And she told me the news of the death of Perdiccas II."
The message she sent contained a request to return to Valdina as the atmosphere was sharp due to the death of Perdiccas II.
There is even a worrying warning that someone may use this as an excuse to target Peleus.
"Gear..."
Peleus rubbed his temples again.
What should I do with my sister who is worried about me even in this situation?
His noble face, like a torch, was dyed with worry and anger.
"Dea has been stubborn since she was a child. But really, even at times like this..."
He had no choice but to grind his teeth.
"Even in this situation, she tries to get through it alone without relying on anyone."
But who can he blame?
This is also his fault for not being able to create a safe place for Medea.
"According to Neril, the First Prince came to his senses for a moment and then collapsed again."
Thinking of his sister, who must have been emaciated in the midst of the chaos, he felt a strong fit again on the back of Peleus' hand holding the reins.
"Even in Valdina, she had a hard time without me, so I hoped she would find rest in Katzen. The goddess doesn't let that child go at all."
The calm voice was filled with resentment.
Didn't you say that the real agent is Dea?
Why does the goddess put this child to the test again?
Just like in the past, when she was harassed by the Shadeia tribe, which was his mother's home, he is trying to turn away from Dea.
Black dark clouds rushed in from the edge of the sky as if burning inside.
It doesn't matter.
With a faint murmur. Peleus' request was resolved.
"When has Goddes ever been on our side?"
He fixed the reins.
"I'm going to the city as planned."
At his command, the white horse took a step on its hooves. The direction was towards Katzen in front of him.
"Your Majesty!"
Sisser hurriedly pulled the horse's head and blocked Peleus' way.
"Do you know what it means to lead an armed army without permission?"
It was a declaration of war. There are even the Agemas, which are said to be the strongest ground troops on the continent.
No matter how you look at it, they were beings who could not be ignored by a friendly visit.
"Yes. And Cesare, he won't know either."
A cold voice came out.
"I don't betray my wife."
That man was facing him directly. Believing in the will that was embedded in it, Peleus sent his sister.
But.
If it were just the arrogance of a young man, it would be enough to cut it off.
His sister and the Emperor's throne.
If Cesare Katzen greedily grabs both of them and refuses to let go, he will have no choice but to cut off both of his wrists.
"What if the 1st Prince doesn't want to let her go? Do you think you have a chance of winning with him? He is also a person who has far exceeded 10 stars!"
"Then you'll find out this time."
Peleus swept down the greatsword.
There was no fear in his cold appearance.
"Don't worry. I haven't forgotten that my first priority now is to bring Dea back. And."
Peleus continued.
"You know, Sissair. After the child is born, I will try to pair Dea with the Valdinian again."
Sissair stopped.
It must be Valdinian. A foreigner, not a native, will never be considered again.
"Of course, there will be no such thing as a title of a prince. Dea's child will grow up as a descendant of Valdina, and Dea will also remain in the imperial family."
"..."
"He will be treated as a subject rather than a child's father, and he will have to pay attention to me, the imperial family. But even so, it won't be difficult to find them."
Peleus looked up.
"I know you have that child in mind."
"...I'm sorry, I forgot my place-"
"Don't say that. Dea's next husband should be a man who will allow Dea to live in peace in Valdina for the rest of her life."
There is no need for power or wealth.
It was enough for Medea to be a man who could provide a shade for her entire life without the trials she has now.
"And I think you will perform that role most diligently, what do you think?"
"..."
Peleus nodded at Sissair, whether he knew or not that he had thrown the rock back into the lake, which had barely subdued the waves.
"Think about it, there's still time until then."
If you refuse, I'll have to think about the next thing.
Hey!
Peleus' white horse, carrying his cold-faced master, took the reins and galloped.
Sissair stopped speechless.
At some point, the sun over the horizon, which he thought he would never dream of, was shining on him at some point.
He didn't know what to do.
***
1st Prince Palace.
"Hah... This troublemaker..."
Medea wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.
Her stomach was rumbling, but she had nothing to eat, so she could only vomit up clear water.
"Neither Lian nor Leah was this picky."
The child in her womb had a very picky temper.
It was as if he was telling her not to forget his existence even in this chaotic situation. Before Medea could say a word, her nausea rose first.
She lost weight because she couldn't eat properly, and the more the subordinates worried.
The sound of Medea's index finger tapping on the table echoed softly.
She has been lost in thought a lot lately, so her subordinates were even more worried.
Is it because Cesare, who has fallen again, is not coming to his senses?
"Your Highness, you are not alone, so you must be even stronger in times like these."
Kensington approached and handed her a tea made from dried leaves of the World Tree.
Kensington also experienced the death of Perdiccas II, a time of wandering.
The corpse of the old owner died so tragically that it was difficult to even recover.
Was it joy or sadness reflected on his face as he looked down on it?
However, that brief regret soon disappeared like a haze.
The Emperor's death foreshadowed an even greater storm for his master, Medea.
The news flying from the red foxes was unusual every day.
"Now, public opinion that we should accept the oracle of the goddess is spreading beyond Katzen and into the continent."
Just like the first oracle that had been touched by the enemies, it was clear that they were trying to spread it to the continent and put pressure on the First Prince and his wife.
In response to this, the mouths of the wealthy people in Katzen, who had been suppressing the Emperor's death by force, began to open.
Then, some of the leaders of the 1st Prince's faction were also very nervous.
If Cesare continues to refuse the oracle, he will incur the wrath of the goddess, and Cesare will not be able to sit in the position of Emperor, and they cannot hide their anxiety.
"If the First Prince hadn't lost consciousness again, the situation wouldn't have become like this, where the lord has to bear everything."
Kensington bit his lip.
If I slapped the first prince who was lying behind the door right now, would I be able to wake him up?
"Thank you, Sir Kensington."
Medea accepted the teacup Kensington handed her.
The faint smell of tea seemed to have calmed her Insides, and her slightly frowning impression was lifted.
"Your Highness."
Medea looked up. Kensington was staring at her.
"It's been a long time since I've been with Your Highness."
Kensington's eyes did not waver as he made up his mind.
"I have something to say."
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