The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 104

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Chapter 104

Wasn’t there blood on his sword as well?

The young duke might be pretending to have lost consciousness because he fears the consequences after assassinating the Princess.

People whispered among themselves.

“Your Majesty, please calm yourself. You must not get too excited. We still cannot be certain of anything.”

As the Queen Mother nearly collapsed backward from anger and grief, Lady Pinatelli grabbed her arm and whispered.

“In this situation, you are the only one who can remain calm and find Princess Medeia.”

The Queen Mother’s eyes barely regained their reason.

Yes, I cannot collapse like this. I must find Medeia.

“Imprison Samon. He must not be released until the truth is revealed.”

“Mother, how can you treat my son like a criminal! Samon is also your grandson, this is truly too much.”

Despite the Regent’s protests, the Queen Mother only gave cold commands.

The Regent bit his lips at the angry mood of the crowd.

‘Damn it, what the hell happened? Why was Samon found unconscious in that state? Where did Medeia go?’

“If we don’t find Medeia, we’ll be branded as murderers. Find her by any means necessary!”

Meanwhile, Jason glared at Samon. With Medeia’s disappearance, even his chance to shine had vanished.

No, she might not have disappeared but lost her life at that bastard’s hands.

An indefinable rage welled up.

How dare he touch her. A nobody who would be nothing without the Claudio name.

‘The advisor clearly said it was the 4th Princess who brought in the wolf. But now Samon is being blamed as the culprit?’

That meant the two had joined hands.

Samon Claudio had cunningly tried to catch both rabbits – himself and the 4th Princess. Just as he had done.

Jason was extremely displeased.

“D-Duke Castulo, Your Grace. Please help us. If you could just give a light hint that my son would never target the Princess…”

“Why didn’t you consult with me about such a major matter?”

“Y-Your Grace?”

“What I need is someone who will follow my orders exactly, not a traitor trying to establish his own palace!”

“Please calm down, Your Grace. My thinking was short-sighted.”

However, Jason turned away from the Regent and passed by.

Jason secretly commanded his subordinates.

“You all search for the Princess as well. We must be first.”

If the Princess was alive, he would be the hero who saves her from danger.

He absolutely could not miss this opportunity.

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Campane Great Plains.

Though it was evening with dusk settling darkly, the camp blazed brightly with torches.

“Did you see the faces of those Lasai bastards? How they turned pale with shock when they saw us?”

“How satisfying it was to finally get revenge on those cunning bastards who only aimed for our backs!”

Over the campfire, a large roasted wild boar was skewered on a long pole cooking, and stew bubbled in a large pot.

It was a night of Valdina soldiers celebrating victory.

However, inside the tent, a quiet silence flowed, far from the noisy atmosphere outside.

The man looked down at the wooden doll.

The shoulder-length silver hair and clear blue eyes emitted a cool light even under the dim tent lighting.

His noble and ascetic appearance didn’t match the fierce great sword standing beside him, as tall as a child.

He gave off an atmosphere closer to a priest than a warrior.

On one cheek of his handsome face remained a very faint sword scar.

This trace, barely noticeable unless looked at carefully, appeared like a stigma along with his brilliantly shining silver hair.

Holy Slaughterer.

This was another alias for Peleus de Valdina, the current King of Valdina and the man currently fighting a ten-year war with nomadic tribes on the great plains.

“Your Majesty.”

Diangel, the leader of the Agema (Royal Guard) who entered the tent, sighed.

“This is a rare night of celebration, shouldn’t Your Majesty also be a little more at ease, at least for today?”

“…”

Instead of answering, Peleus closed the pendant and put it in his pocket.

Inside that pendant, which he always carried wherever he went on the battlefield, was a portrait of a young girl with the same silver hair as his.

“It’s too early to be leisurely when it’s not even my achievement.”

A cool reply came back. Before Peleus lay a map of the plains.

Flags representing strategies devised by his advisors were densely placed throughout the map.

The Lasai territory had long since been replaced with Valdina flags.

“Yes. This victory is certainly thanks to Princess. If we hadn’t known that the Lasai’s provisions were burned and they were in chaos, we couldn’t have launched a surprise attack.”

When Diangel nodded, a question suddenly came from Peleus, who seemed to be thinking about strategy.

“Do you think so too? That it was really Medeia’s doing?”

“Sisear, that straight-talking fellow who would speak his mind even with a blade at his throat, wouldn’t have lied.”

“…”

“Princess was originally a clever person, wasn’t she, Your Majesty? It’s a good thing that the young Princess has grown up and is helping. I don’t understand why you look troubled.”

Peleus’s blue eyes darkened deeply.

“…She wasn’t originally such a bold child. This is the first time she’s sent me a letter like this. Something must have happened to Dea.”

He was worried about his sister’s change.

When a person grows suddenly, it’s usually because of painful and difficult trials that serve as catalysts.

What worried him most was leaving his younger sister alone in Valdina Palace.

“Your Majesty cannot protect Princess from every danger. You left your seal, didn’t you? You did your best.”

Peleus didn’t care about criticism of being a terrible king who entrusted state affairs to his young sister just to protect Medeia.

Even though it was a time when establishing royal authority was more important than ever, having ascended the throne not long ago.

“…”

Was that so? Was it really the best choice?

“…Her face is already becoming hazy. How much has she grown?”

Peleus murmured quietly.

“…On the day I left, I couldn’t even say goodbye to that child properly.”

He should have looked back once at that face shedding tears silently without making a sound.

He should have held those small trembling fingertips once.

Only those round eyes that looked at him resentfully as he left were still vivid in his memory.

“She might be waiting. In case I might not be able to keep my promise to return alive,”

He couldn’t dare say any words.

Peleus had to leave hastily after his father’s death to restore order to the wavering army.

He too was still an immature boy at that time.

He had no confidence in making his young sister, who had become the kingdom’s outcast, understand why he had no choice but to leave her alone and head to a battlefield where he couldn’t even guarantee his own survival.

“…Why don’t you try sending a letter? She would understand now.”

“…”

“Or at least one of those wooden dolls you carved yourself.”

Diangel gestured toward the wooden dolls that occupied one side of Peleus’s tent.

The ten wooden dolls in the shape of a small girl each contained a bit of Peleus’s longing.

“…”

As each year passed, the dolls grew slightly taller.

Peleus’s imagination of what she might look like was added to them.

But no matter how hard he tried to remember, Medeia’s face wouldn’t come to him clearly.

His young sister’s vivid smile, her sun-like vitality, only grew dimmer as time passed.

Diangel encouraged the young king, saying,

“With this victory over the Lasai, the end of this war is not far off. Your Majesty, you’ll be able to return soon.”

“…I hope so.”

Instead of answering, Peleus looked down at the pendant again.

His fingers quietly traced the adorable girl’s smile.

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