At that moment, a whip emanating from the oracle's rubbing struck Cesare.
It was the crimson beam that struck him when he first refused the second trust.
"Your Majesty, stop!"
The pale Marquis de Leniard leaped forward. It seemed as if he would face Cesare's corpse before he could even wear his crown.
"Oh, no, no. Please. If this continues...!'
However, the Marquis was repelled by his black aura.
Slam! Slam!
As the red rays of light entangled in the black aura danced wildly, Cesare's skin cracked, and red scars bloomed and spread.
Still, he did not stop swearing.
"The flesh of those who break this covenant will be reduced to ashes, and their souls will be torn to pieces in the darkness of the beginning. They will never be known again in any life."
The solid voice lifted the cathedral without a single waver.
But when the scars of the whipping appeared on his beautiful cheeks, Medea cried out without realizing it.
“Cesare!”
He raised his head.
Amidst the countless cries, Cesare responded only to Medea's voice.
Meeting her green eyes, Cesare's thumb slowly traced his wife's name engraved next to his own on the stone tablet.
All the truth that he couldn't express out loud will seep under this stone.
"How dare you take yourself away from me?"
This time, it was a will that would never yield.
He smiled arrogantly, his face pale from the pain he endured.
And he finished his final oath with his hand on the stone tablet.
"This oath will remain unchangeable even when the continent is destroyed, and the gods disappear."
"Oh. That's ridiculous, how could you make such an oath..."
The color drained from people's faces.
In this uncertain world where even tomorrow is uncertain, who can promise an eternity?
And that too, beyond death, even the destruction of the body and soul?
“Why..."
Amid their astonishment, Medea groaned.
She soon realized.
That arrogant man hadn't changed a bit since he first saw the primordial curse three years ago.
He declares to Rachel, to Jason, to the goddess, and to everyone in this world.
That they were wrong.
Nothing can separate Cesare and Medea.
'He knows what this means to me, Cesare.'
A man who had the world in his grasp with only one desire to survive sacrifices his own life to become her shield.
So that not a single speck of stain remains, only for Medea's complete victory.
She only realized today that joy and fear, so intense that it makes her eyes go blank, can coexist.
"Ahhhh! No! Stop! I said Stop!"
Then, a sharp scream rang out.
With the hypocrisy of the beautiful and kind Saintess stripped away, Rachel began to curse wildly.
She could not bear the humiliation of being dragged into the abyss at the moment when she was certain of a perfect victory.
"If this continues, I won't be able to take anything away from you until the end!"
Time and time again, she tried to take away Medea's fate, but she was defeated miserably each time.
She was sure that this time, at this very moment, it would be different.
Even after struggling like this, the feeling of failure that she had not been able to take even one thing from Medea was unbearably hateful.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
The moment when bloodshot eyes appeared in purple
"What, what is that!"
Someone pointed a finger into the sky.
Sada sasa sa sa
With the sound of stone dust scattering across the stone slab, and Cesare's oath being engraved.
Dooooo
A golden sphere floated above the Stone of Oath.
The entire cathedral was engulfed in a deep resonance.
The dome of the ceiling, the marble floor, and even the stone statues on both walls, including the statue of the goddess in the center, began to resonate low.
“That Venus...?”
A black star rose above the brilliant gold and circled the sphere.
"Oh my god! Look over there!"
"His Majesty's wounds!"
Under the glow of the golden sphere, Cesare's scars were healing.
As it flowed, blood clots formed, and the split skin interlocked.
“It’s healing!”
The black cluster of stars orbited the golden sphere at an increasing rate.
It looked like a black ring surrounding Venus.
It was a beautiful and vast sight.
Even if the goddess descends to this land again.
Could one truly dare to feel such awe, as if encountering a cross-section of the vast universe?
Everyone present opened their mouths without realizing it.
Everyone was spellbound by the spectacle they might never see again in their lifetime.
The black star cluster and the golden planet seemed to merge into one as if two different lights were merging, then became sharp like a sharp sword.
Chaaaak!
And he cut off the red beam of light that was striking the Cesare.
Kiaaaaaa.
A scream, seemingly inhuman, echoed through the cathedral's hall.
The red beam of light writhed violently in the air like a snake with its back cut off, then soon dissipated into a handful of ash and disappeared.
The cathedral was filled with awe.
"Oh, the divine punishment is gone!"
Someone shouted.
"The goddess has accepted the oath of defeat!"
A golden power, seemingly representing the goddess, saved Cesaree, and a miracle occurred, instantly healing the scars of the divine punishment.
This is something that has never happened in the long history of the continent.
The audience was thrown into confusion by the surprising shock.
Now, neither scars nor pain could be seen on Cesare's face. He had once again returned to the majesty of a conqueror, one who had brought even the storms to their knees.
He was the one who even subdued the oracle. Everyone was awestruck by his overwhelming force.
And soon.
"Hurrah! Hurrah!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd.
The 1st Prince faction hugged each other and shouted.
Joy and cheers soon spread to the crowd.
"It's a miracle! It's a miracle!"
"The love between the First Prince and the First Princess has moved the goddess!"
Just when cheers and shouts were about to burst out
Only Rachel felt no joy at all.
"This can't be happening. Oh, how can this be happening? How did you get here...?"
Her face was filled with horror, anger, and even fear.
And at that moment, as if responding to that fear.
“Aaaahhh!”
Rachel couldn't hold back the screams that were about to burst out.
“Saintess!”
People turned their eyes to her in thought.
"Ahhhh, it hurts, it hurts so much!"
Rachel screamed.
Her vision seemed to go completely blank. She knew this pain, the feeling of her whole body burning.
It was the price given to those who broke the Golden Rule.
"Help me! Save me, I think I'm going to die!"
Unable to overcome the pain, she waved her hands wildly.
But people slowly backed away with astonished eyes.
Why, why...
"Oh, on the back of the Saintess Rachel..."
Letters were written on her back like scars.
[Those who claim to be gods.]
Rachel shouted frantically at the Holy Nation group.
"Paul! Come on, help me! What are the priests doing? Can't you see me now?!"
But Paul could not be an exception to the goddess's wrath against those who broke the taboo and distorted her will.
"High Priest Paul!"
"W-what the heck is going on!"
This is because the scars of the impostor were engraved on the bodies of the priests of the Holy Land, including the Pope's Vicar, who had come from the Holy Land.
As she watched the whole scene, Medea realized.
The goddess had been waiting for this moment when the miracle toward the substitute and the condemnation toward the impostor would be realized through Medea.
"With great power comes great trials. You will constantly seek the light, driving away the encroaching darkness."
Only now does she fully understand the meaning of the words left by Chief Shadeia in the Swamp of Gluttony.
The Golden Rule of this world is an inseparable law that applies even to the goddesses.
Therefore, to sweep away the darkness of this land once again through the agent, a corresponding accumulation of evil was absolutely necessary.
Like a balanced scale.
And today, the moment this oath stone collided with the power of darkness, the scales of Rachel and the warlocks were the first to reach the critical point.
And so the goddess finally unleashed the torrent of pent-up anger upon them.
"Kee, huh..."
The moment the smell of burning skin on his back reached his nose, a suppressed scream burst from Paul's lips.
In return for disobeying the Golden Rule, his limbs were also drying up.
Whoa.
The foot he was using could not withstand God's punishment and was soon torn apart.
The crowd was shocked when a wounded man appeared between Paul's flowing skin.
"It's fake! That guy, too! The oracle was fake too!"
"Those evil people who claim to be gods have deceived us!"
The high priest of Katzen, who recognized traces of black magic on Paul's mask, shouted loudly.
"It's black magic! These damned black magicians are killing our followers and using their feet!"
Only then could people understand the whole story.
The reason why the First Prince refused the oracle with an unbreakable oath without the slightest hesitation.
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