1st Prince Palace.
There was an unprecedentedly sharp aura hovering inside.
It was because of the knights in silver armor that filled the front of the palace.
"Isn't it too many for you to bring the whole Agemas here without any connection, just to 'celebrate'?"
"The whole thing, only one battalion was brought in."
When Terrence, who was standing in front of the palace gate, pointed out with a troubled face, the man facing him snorted.
"Katzen seems to only remember the days when our Valdina was a small country on the outskirts."
D'Angel's energy was sharp.
He refused to even allow one knight into the palace. It meant that he would clearly draw a line with the First Prince.
"Chief, don't do this, come inside and take your time- Ugh!"
The moment Menil appeared to defuse the situation, the world was turned upside down. She was kicked in the foot by D'Angel.
D'Angel couldn't touch the First Prince's person. But Menil could.
"Stupid bastard. Where's Neril? Take that crazy, dumbass and bring me the real Valdina's k night."
"Alright, Captain, Ugh!"
As if venting his anger, a vicious beating was coming. Finally, he threw down his sword and struck with his bare hands.
"..."
Even the mercenaries on the Facade who had crossed the toughest battlefield were so nervous that they couldn't say anything.
D'Angel, no, they were keenly feeling in front of their eyes: what he truly wanted to eliminate wasn't Menil, but themselves.
That time.
Peleus didn't even enjoy his reunion with his sister.
"The vassals of the 1st Prince pressured you to accept the false Saintess. Is that why?"
All the way here, Peleus heard the news that was spreading all over the streets.
The First Prince finally gave up his stubbornness and decided to accept the oracle. At the coronation, the Saintess will also be recognized as his companion, given by God.
"Dea, let's go back with me. There is no reason to stay here any longer after seeing this."
Peleus made up his mind.
"I want to respect your choice, but this is not the case."
To persuade his sister.
"You have been weak with affection since you were a child. Claudio, me, and that guy, don't you believe in the one who gave you your heart until the end?"
However, not everyone can be as pure as she expects. Especially in front of power.
"That man said that he will keep his loyalty to you even at the risk of divine punishment, but how long do you think that will last?"
Peleus looked down coldly at Cesare, who was lying with his eyes closed.
"..."
The scars of the divine punishment still remained on Cesare's beautiful face, but they did not arouse any sympathy for Peleus.
Peleus' gaze was still cold as he left the bedroom.
"Even if he wakes up, after the coronation, will he keep that word for the rest of his life?"
He ignored Medea's silence and continued resolutely.
"How long a lifetime is, Dea, you don't know. How heavy an oath is, and how hard and difficult it is to keep it."
Peleus reflected on his past.
He swore an oath to his parents' coffins that he would uphold his father's will, and after the war, he would make Valdina prosperous.
In return, how many things did he have to turn away from while wandering outside for nearly ten years?
Fleeing from the horrific battlefield, Ignoring the silent oath he made to his father.
Those nights of so many impulses that he just wanted to go back to Valdina.
If given another chance, even Peleus himself was not sure if he would be able to overcome it like he did then.
"How much time lightens a person's heart. You don't know how easy it is to confess a promise to a person who sits in power."
Peleus could not stand by his sister anymore being toyed with by affection.
"Peleus, tomorrow is the coronation. Cesare..."
"What does that matter!"
Peleus raised his voice for the first time.
"Why are you worried about his glory!"
His blue gaze crossed Medea worriedly.
Coincidentally, after going to the cathedral last night, her appearance was the most brilliant in recent times.
Her cheeks were shining clearly, and a faint glow hung over her body, as if the sun was shining only on her.
However, Peleus' eyes saw Medea's slender shoulders, slightly emaciated face, and a relatively heavy belly.
"Don't worry, child. You owe nothing to him or Katzen. I won't give it to you either."
Medea tilted her gaze towards Sissair standing behind Peleus.
A neatly erected collar and a posture that is not disturbed. Except for the fact that he didn't have any glasses other than the glasses he always wore. Sissair still looked compliant.
However, he avoided her gaze without making eye contact. As if swallowing his emotions, the tendons on his neck surged faintly.
"So, Sir Sissair as my remarriage partner? You doesn't even ask his opinion, what kind of rudeness is that?"
So Medea thought that he was uncomfortable with this situation now.
"Raising another man's child and not being treated as a father... Who would accept such a force?"
Medea laughed in vain.
When Sissair's gaze finally reached her, she handed him a short apology.
"I'm sorry, Sir. It's because my brother worried about me, so I hope you don't feel too upset."
"Your Highness, I am ..."
Sissair took a breath and replied.
"It doesn't matter. Your Highness is the Princess of Valdina, and it is no different from me serving Her Highness as a vassal."
It was his usual calm voice, but no one in the room realized how much trembling was hidden beneath that composure.
Sissair took the scroll out of his arms.
"This is a divorce letter stamped with the seal of the Valdina imperial family. There is no justification even in Katzen."
At Sissair's words, there was a brief stir between her followers who stood one step behind Medea. Zeta, who was standing next to Neril, was agitated.
"Sissair is right. You are we protect. So, Dea. Don't worry about anything, let's go back with this brother."
Medea glanced out the window. She saw silver knights filled with rebellion.
Since he came with all the Agema, should Medea laugh or cry?
In Peleus' eyes, she may still see the little girl back then.
In order to ensure that she doesn't even have time to worry, he has prepared everything from the legitimate reason for leaving Katzen to the follow-up measures after returning to Valdina.
Confirmation of this obvious affection for Valdina's prioritization of his sister over his lordship made Medea's heart ache.
"Peleus. If there's one thing I'm most grateful for in this life. It's for my brother to be alive and by my side."
"Alive? Are you saying I'm going to die?"
His blue eyes, which told her not to worry about nonsense, were full of affection for his sister.
Medea took Peleus hand. The warm warmth was given to her by this life.
And the Sissair and Neril by her side are all precious people who have been regained from their returned lives.
"It's not just because of Cesare. The central temple has been taken over by black magic. Even if I go to Valdina, the Holy Kingdom, no, Rachel, will continue to target me. So is Jason."
Peleus' brows narrowed.
"So the two of them conspired to fight this four months? Is the oracle also a lie?"
He Immediately grasped the inside story with just a few words from his sister.
"...This probably won't be the first time. Perhaps, the first Oracle was also theirs."
Peleus turned to his cold, sharpened face. The Holy Nation and their party also said they would come to Katzen for the coronation.
His hand grabbed the handle of the greatsword at his waist.
"Rachel and Jason are all..."
"Peleus, I am no less powerful than you. Why would Facade just sit back and watch it?"
Medea tapped the First Prince's signet ring. It meant that all the authority of the First Prince was in her hands.
"After physically eliminating them, now the Emperor of Valdina has only slaughteted the main figures of the Holy Kingdom and Katzen. I told my brother to go back because I didn't want to drag Valdina into this matter."
"Nonsense, I know they're targeting you now, what can I do!"
Medea smiled.
"However, such a powerful legion has come to my arms, and I can't stand still. Peleus, trust me and follow me."
Peleus swallowed a sigh.
The appearance of his sister was somehow unfamiliar.
Even when she was in Valdina, the miserable end of her enemies would follow under her calm gaze.
"You'll find out soon. Don't worry, I'm not going to hand over anything to them."
My husband that Rachel is aiming for, and my past that Jason is aiming for.
***
The day of the coronation of the Emperor has dawned.
The weather was particularly cloudy, perhaps unaware that today was the day the empire's rulers changed.
The unseasonable chirping of birds could be heard all the way to the edge of the bed where Cesare was lying.
Knock knock.
Neriel's voice was heard behind the door.
"Your Highness, you must leave now."
It was early in the morning, but a loud noise could be heard inside and outside the villa.
There will be a lot of people in front of the cathedral.
Even in front of the palace now, there were beehives of onlookers who wanted to see the 1st Prince's Palace.
"..."
Medea, who had buried her forehead in Cesare's arm, looked up.
As if to confirm, she looked at him and he still closed her eyes.
"...Is it still there?"
It seems that the goddess wants her to solve this situation by herself.
Still, she hoped just in case.
If miraculously, now he could open his eyes and leave together at the coronation ceremony.
"Then I would have been a little more courage."
Medea swallowed a bitter smile and squeezed Cesare's hand tightly for a moment. Her fingertips were trembling finely.
Could it be because she faces enemies she must face alone?
"Since I got married, you must have always been by my side, so I guess I've gotten used to it for a while."
Thanks to the burden that Cesare took on her behalf, she forgot the weight she had to bear for a while.
It's not the first time she's experienced the anxiety and pressure of leading everyone alone, but seeing that his absence is digging into her unusually deeply today.
"Still, I'm going to do well as always. You know that, right?"
She bent down and gently stroked Cesare's cheek as her eyes were closed.
The sadness that she couldn't erase at her fingertips swallowed it down her throat.
"I'll go."
"..."
"When you wake up, everything will be over."
So, at that time, make sure to get up and hug me.
Medea kissed Cesare on the cheek slightly, and left.
***
Just as when Medea left, the First Prince's palace, which had been busy, soon be came quiet.
In particular, the bedroom of the First Prince was even more desolate.
Considering the fact that the First Prince would become the master of this empire today, it was an even more contradictory contrast.
So, when Cesare opened his eyes, he was greeted by a pale silence. Then.
"..."
Blink, blink.
The eyelids moved slowly from the sculpted face.
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