Cesare stared at the man who appeared after Paul's skin was peeled off.
"There's a baby loach that escaped from the golden tower."
At that moment, his body was roughly pulled.
When he turned to the owner of that hand with the familiar warmth, and there was Medea, pale and in daylight.
“Dea.”
Before he could answer her, a small hand grabbed his neck.
He placed her white hand on the nape of his neck where his pulse was pounding, and felt his heart.
"Dea. It's okay. I'm alive."
Cesare read the fear in Medea's eyes and hugged her slender shoulders.
"I almost thought you were reading it again!"
Medea struck his chest with her fist.
"Just a little surprise."
It wasn't the first time he'd suddenly intervened in a situation, but this time it carried a different weight.
"An unbreakable oath! What if something goes wrong in the middle...!"
Even Medea felt chilled.
She would never gamble so recklessly as this guy, risking everything.
Cesare raised the corners of his mouth, gladly accepting the gentle touch. He gently stroked her temple.
"I'm sorry if I startled you, Dea, but I would do it again and again if it meant protecting you."
"..."
"So, you shouldn't leave. Unless you plan on killing your husband."
It was at that moment that Medea, overcome with emotion, looked up at Cesare.
Another piercing scream echoed from the middle of the hall.
Everyone's gaze naturally turned towards him.
"Ahhh, it hurts! Save me! Jason, help me!"
Jason froze at the name that came out at the end of Rachel's shout.
"Jason! You promised! Our plan can't fail like this!"
A grand plan, they promised each other?
At those words, the last hope in their hearts seemed to crumble.
Everyone's gaze was focused on Jason.
Are you saying that with that gentle face, you were in league with the evil ones?
The Saintess was revealed to be a fake.
Even the Vicar of Pope Paul and the numerous priests of the Holy Nation were fake.
People's minds went blank. And soon, an even more terrifying question arose.
So then what on earth happened to the Holy Nation?
"Something must have happened to the Pope!"
"Did the goddess abandon this continent? How can the black magicians run wild like this?"
People were beyond shocked and felt fear.
What on earth could possibly be happening on this continent that the central temple, the pinnacle of the Catholic faith, has been captured by those who worship the primordial darkness?
At that moment, Rachel shouted urgently at the silent Jason.
"Do you think you'll be okay if I die?"
She wrote an evil story.
"...You idiot."
Jason's expression distorted.
From the beginning, Rachel's plan was nothing more than a sideshow to him.
All he had to do was get his hands on Medea.
But as the tables were turned, Jason raised his head and glared at Cesare on the altar.
How could Jason have known that he would make an unbreakable, eternal oath in front of the Emperor?
If that guy is that insane, he has no choice but to do the same.
'Medea, see clearly how far I can go for you.'
"If I collapse like this, you'll never be able to get that girl you want!"
Rachel suddenly ran towards Jason and clung to him, asking for help.
Because now that all the warlocks had fallen, she instinctively realized that this man was the only rag she could grab onto.
"I understand, so shut up."
Chaaak!
Jason sprinkled something on Rachel's body with a look of contempt.
A blue liquid that appears at first glance.
Rachel thought it was the holy water that would heal her scars. But.
"Hey, wait a minute, what, what is this, what did you spray!"
It was not the holy water that would save her, but merely a stigma that recognized the first victim as the black magic was cast.
The black smoke enveloped her in an instant.
Until then, Rachel was floundering, unable to grasp the situation.
Saaagh!
At the same time, from her feet to the statue of the goddess, the floor of the cathedral crackled! It shattered in a straight line.
“Oh, no way..."
Fear and anger began to overflow from Rachel's eyes.
Dark smoke envelops her entire body.
When she manipulated the trust, she realized that it was the same sign that appeared when black magic took the material and started the ritual.
"Oh, how could you use me as a sacrifice...!"
Jason looked down at Rachel, who was struggling and engulfed in black smoke.
"Originally, it should have been that guy Cesare. It's a shame, but there's nothing I can do about it."
And then, in the blink of an eye, a magic circle burst out through the gap and swallowed Rachel.
When people were unable to move at the shocking sight.
Duuuuuung!
The pillars of the cathedral shook violently in unison.
The black magic essence that swallowed the treasure surged out from underground, layer by layer.
Through the gap, an endless stream of maggots, worms, and all kinds of bugs crawled out.
“Ugh!”
At the same time, black hands extended from the camp and grabbed the ankles and calves of the people inside the cathedral.
"No. My legs won't move!"
"Ah, let go, let go! Get out of here! We have to get out of here!"
It was chaos.
Jason watched as the black magic finished its preparations.
His one and only wish will soon come true.
He chewed his lip.
"Medea, yes, I see that the one you chose is different from me."
Is it the joy of this ancient magic succeeding that is seeping into his mouth now, or is it the bastard's choice in his past life?
He couldn't tell if it was a sense of defeat that couldn't be compared to anything else.
But even if it is the latter, he will never admit it.
'If your choice is not mine, then I have no choice but to correct it until it becomes mine.'
The sky began to distort before Jason's eyes.
It was a moment when black magic rewinded time, sacrificing everything inside the cathedral.
***
Medea heard Rachel's scream.
When she turned her head, she saw Jason pushing Rachel as the first sacrifice to activate the black magic that turned time around.
"Jason, your actions remain the same even though your opponents change."
Medea muttered softly.
That selfishness that would betray anyone for its own sake. In this life, Rachel was merely the scapegoat for that betrayal.
However, it was truly a coincidence that the two people who had been married in their past lives had now turned into a relationship where they betrayed each other and were betrayed.
Quagwagwang!
Then, with a loud gust of wind, the ceiling of the cathedral was torn off.
Among the pouring stones and dust.
A gust of icy wind blew into the room, hitting her cheek.
At that moment, black smoke swirled from the center of the magic circle, located below the goddess statue.
Suddenly, a giant hand rose up.
“Medea!”
The black hand embraced Medea, who was standing near the statue of the goddess, and lifted her up in one breath.
And holding her in his arms, he ran towards Jason.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
Jason stretched out his arms toward Medea, who was approaching the realm.
"Medea, my wife, my love, my companion, we are finally together."
There was madness flashing in his red eyes.
The sight of the cathedral in chaos, not the sight of Medea alone, might be enough to make him feel like he's in a trance.
"If I were given another chance, I could do better than anyone else, this time! I wouldn't make a mistake."
It was a desperate, heart-wrenching struggle, a desperate attempt to believe that going back to the past would solve everything—that he could regain all the things he had lost.
And black magic was the perfect medium for containing such malice and desire.
"Medea, let's go back together now."
It was when the black hand was about to put her down into Jason's arms.
Chaaa-!
A blue flash split the smoke.
Cesare's aura cut off the black hand in one breath.
At the same time, his strong arms lifted Medea up as if he were snatching her from the fall.
As soon as he put her down in a safe place, Cesare rushed straight towards Jason.
Shhh!
Because the black hand that had grown from the severed section was once again targeting Medea.
"Cesare, no matter how much you struggle, you can't separate Medea and me! She and I are destined to be together!"
At that moment, before Jason could finish speaking, a shadow fell over his head.
"If you covet another man's wife, you deserve to die."
The day when Cesare, who had lowered his sword, was filled with only a chilling, murderous aura.
Ga-ga-gang-!
Jason barely managed to block it with his sword.
"You have the power of the Emperor, so do you think you can stop this, too?"
If you can stop me, go ahead and try.
Jason twisted his lips.
Right then,
"Ahhhh! The sky is tearing apart!"
He heard people screaming.
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