On the sixth day of the Thunderstorm Month, the eldest prince Diego returned to the Stone Tower smelling of alcohol. The accompanying servants followed closely, for fear of making any mistakes.
Although all the monsters in Augu City have been eliminated, no one can be 100% sure of this guarantee. Therefore, the two of them endured the abuse and stood on both sides of the stone tower gate.
Diego held on to the wall and walked upwards. The gastric juice that he vomited from his mouth from time to time was extremely stinky and slowly flowed down the stairs.
Kicking open the door, Diego didn't take a second look at his wife, but lay directly on the bed. The days of carnival had emptied his body, and the fourth prince who appeared out of thin air was even more stuck in his throat.
But he couldn't, and he didn't dare to question his father. This was the rule as a minister, and it was also the duty of a son. So these days, he chose to drink to relieve his sorrows and get himself drunk.
With his eyelids as heavy as a battering ram, the eldest prince Diego closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly. But the thin mithril whip was always clutched in his palm.
His wife Medea was lying on the ground as usual, with her forehead pressed against the back of her hands. She never looked up and did not open her mouth to speak.
This kind of life has lasted for nearly two months, and Medea has gone from collapse and despair at the beginning to becoming more and more adaptable and numb.
What supports her to survive today is not the so-called family honor, not the future queen's throne, and not any extravagant hope that the other party will change her mind.
She wanted to kill the other party, the eldest prince who turned herself into a slave. But she knew that she only had one chance.
Slowly raising her head, her body gradually straightened. Medea was still kneeling, her face expressionless. She was waiting, waiting for time to pass.
Half an hour later, Medea stood up and walked to the other party, gently taking off her robe, looking like a docile and charming wife.
An hour passed. Medea wiped off the last bit of dirt on the other person's body, gently pulled the quilt over him, and even lit a stick of incense.
Two hours later, Medea stood at the end of the bed, as if observing, more like a servant waiting for her master's instructions. But there was a gash on her arm.
Three hours later, an insect the size of a copper coin squeezed out of Medea's arm, fell to the ground, and then crawled along the wooden frame onto the bed.
Four hours later, Medea looked at the wound on the opponent's calf, a smile appeared on her face. She was holding the whiplash treatment ointment and carefully applying it to the wound.
The heavy rain outside the window was still falling. After doing all this, Medea prostrated on the ground again. But her face nestled in her chest was sneering silently.
The room became calm again, and the only thing that could prove the time was perhaps the goblin bronze bell. Diego, who was gradually waking up, stretched out his hand and motioned for the other party to bring the water glass.
Medea moved carefully with her knees. She had never felt that the floor was so hard before. Diego looked at each other with great satisfaction, as if he was admiring a handicraft made by his own hands.
"My beautiful wife, are you full of resentment in your heart now?" The eldest prince Diego held up the water glass and slowly poured it on Medea's head.
"It is an honor for me to be chosen by the master. I will serve you only for the rest of my life." Medea completely ignored the other party's twisted behavior and remained submissive.
Upon hearing this, the eldest prince Diego laughed wildly and hugged him into his arms. That rough action showed no aristocratic temperament at all, and was even worse than a drunkard on the street.
Endurance is the best essence of human beings. Hypocrisy is a layer of frosting covering the truth. She did not shout, let alone beg for mercy. It seemed that her body had been separated from her soul.
At dinner time, the eldest prince Diego dressed neatly again and walked out of the room and left the stone tower with great pride. The carnival will still continue, just like the days repeat themselves every day.
Medea sat slumped in front of the mirror, looking at herself covered in bruises. She struggled to get up, applied ointment as a habit, and changed her coat again.
She looked at the heavy rain outside the window and fell into deep thought after a long time. What she was thinking about was not her husband, but how she should behave tomorrow.
A cruel smile appeared on her face. This was the first time she lay on the bed after coming to the stone tower, and the first time she fell asleep peacefully...
The carriage embroidered with lion patterns drove towards the noble area and finally stopped in a courtyard. When the servants saw the visitor, they bowed and saluted.
Pushing open the door, the beautiful melody instantly reached my ears, and the smell of mellow wine was still so familiar. The dinner officially began, and the carnival ensued.
During the banquet, the men talked to each other about interesting things about the royal city, while the women whispered. But at this moment, the eldest prince Diego suddenly felt his chest tightening, and severe pain occurred instantly.
His face became paler and his robes were soaked with sweat like a heavy rain. Seeing this, the other nobles hurriedly backed away, and many attendants even put their hands on the scabbards of their swords.
"Your Highness, the eldest prince, you...you won't be bitten by those things, right?" A noble asked in a low voice.
"Go away, I just choked on the food. If you dare to say nonsense again, be careful I will kill you." After the eldest prince Diego said these harsh words, he turned and walked into the room.
The dance continued again, and the nobles also filled their wine glasses. But Diego was curled up on the bed at this time, his body bent like a shrimp.
He didn't know what was happening to him, but his chest suddenly hurt like hell, as if someone had inserted a sharp sword into it, and it was constantly stirring.
His hand slowly straightened, but he was the only one in the room. He opened his mouth to call the servant, but no sound came out.
Leaning on the head of the bed, he no longer cared about his image as a prince, and planned to crawl out of this damn room. However, he found that his entire body had lost consciousness, and he seemed to have turned into a vegetative state.
Ten minutes later, he stared at his chest and saw a small bump bulging on it, and it was still moving towards his heart.
Twenty minutes later, the eldest prince Diego's skin turned deep purple, and the poisonous insect fused with his heart.
Forty minutes later, the noble area was surrounded by imperial cavalry. From the Marquis's residence to the baron's courtyard, no one was allowed to move around at will.
Grand Scholar Knut looked at Yuri helplessly. Although he was a knowledgeable scholar, he could not explain the situation in front of him.
The eldest prince Diego's robe is spread on the bed, and what is wrapped in it is the owner's bones. There is no murder weapon, no smell, and not even a trace of blood.
"Master Yuri, I can't explain the cause of the death of the eldest prince. There is no trace of criminals left here." Knut looked at the pile of bones and said with great confusion.
"Then I have to attribute this matter to the remnants of the monsters. Send someone to collect the bones of the eldest prince first. I'm going to see King Ogu now." After saying that, Yuri turned and left without revealing anything from the beginning to the end.
Sadness or regret.
Because in his eyes, although the eldest prince Diego looks like a human being, his violent aura does not lie. Yuri has heard countless rumors about him, and every word is not good.
In addition, because he was born to Queen Isabella, Yuri's ability to endure until now has already given the Principality of Cisse face. How can he do everything himself, down to the smallest detail?