The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 113

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Chapter 113

The 4th Princess swallowed her surprise at Medeia’s words.

Sardinia. This small island off the southern coast of Kazen, bordering Valdina, was a 15th birthday gift the 4th Princess had received from her maternal grandfather, Duke Dong.

Though small in scale, Sardinia was quite a valuable territory as it had iron mines that could produce ironware independently.

After pondering for a moment, the 4th Princess shook her head. She had weighed the island’s value against the gravity of this matter in her mind.

“…That won’t do.”

“…”

“Tell me something else, within my power, I’ll do my best to…”

Under the steady gaze watching her, the 4th Princess’s voice gradually shrank.

“4th Princess, did my words sound like a request to you?”

“…”

“I forgave you for trying to kill me, overlooked the evidence, and even told you how to clear suspicion. Telling you who’s targeting you was just a bonus.”

The 4th Princess flinched.

“No matter how I think about it, I don’t think I’m asking for too much.”

Green eyes gazed at her coldly.

Silence flowed.

A heavy pressure that seemed to press down on a person. It felt like being trapped in a snake’s coils wrapping around her body, sending chills down her spine.

“…”

The 4th Princess unconsciously averted her gaze.

After a while.

“Then please take care, 4th Princess.”

At Medeia’s gentle dismissal, the 4th Princess bit her lips and walked out, only tearing off and throwing away all the accessories on her body when she reached a place where the Princess’s Palace was no longer visible.

“Aaaaah! Damn Valdina! I shouldn’t have come here!”

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“I never thought the Princess would actually hand that over so obediently.”

Looking down at the transfer deed for Sardinia stamped with the 4th Princess’s seal, Neryl said.

“Though it’s valuable, she must have thought it was better than being stabbed in the back by the Queen Mother.”

But there was one fact the 4th Princess didn’t know.

‘Sardinia is a golden island with massive deposits of mithril.’

That fact only became known to the world after the 4th Princess lost the succession struggle and even Duke Dong passed away from illness.

However, by then Jason had already become Emperor, so the enormous wealth gained from Sardinia’s mithril went straight into his pockets.

Medeia had no intention of handing over anything that would fill Jason’s belly.

“But for it to end like this, it’s infuriating. The 4th Princess clearly targeted Your Highness, yet far from being punished… she’s only gained a way to survive.”

“Don’t worry. Angelique won’t remain safe.”

Mithril was a heavenly resource that couldn’t be bought with money.

Perdickas II wouldn’t forgive the culprit who gave wings to the soaring Valdina, no matter if she was his own daughter.

By then, the 4th Princess who realized she’d been deceived by Medeia would want to tear her apart.

“I wouldn’t settle for just one island from someone who targeted my life.”

She planned to bring even greater despair to the 4th Princess.

No sympathy for her could be felt in Medeia’s monotonous voice.

“By the way, Duke Castulo is quite a cunning man, contrary to appearances.”

Neryl was angry. As a knight, she despised those who harbored ulterior motives and sacrificed others for their own benefit.

“Knowing of Your Highness’s danger, he deliberately pretended not to know to secure his own interests, didn’t he?”

She recalled the detestable Duke who had worried about the Princess with the most sincere face at the assembly hall.

‘He’s still human enough for that, I suppose.’

Medeia leaned back in her chair with a tired face.

The argument with the 4th Princess, along with the memories of her past life that surged deeper today, heightened her fatigue.

‘Anyway, returning through the Mage Tower means neither the Princess nor Jason can find any particular leverage.’

For a moment, one thought led to another.

The Mage Tower. Jason. And Facade…

Medeia, who had closed her eyes briefly, opened them again.

“Zeta, tell your master I’d like to see him.”

“…”

But no answer came back. Looking at Zeta, she saw an unusually flustered expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well…”

Medeia suddenly realized she hadn’t seen the Mercenaries of Facade since returning.

Even Garo, who regularly appeared at palace events, had been hard to see lately.

“The leader… is not currently in Valdina.”

Zeta answered hesitantly.

She couldn’t bring herself to say that after returning to the royal palace, Chezare’s condition had rapidly deteriorated.

“This won’t do anymore. Your condition is too bad. You need to go to Master.”

“Don’t make a fuss, Terrence.”

When even Terrence could no longer help, they urgently departed for the Mage Tower.

“Zeta, don’t say anything to the Princess of Valdina. Just keep doing as you are. Like a shadow.”

Zeta was troubled.

She couldn’t disobey her lord’s command, but she wasn’t sure if it was right to keep her mouth shut like this.

“Lord Akaress… left Valdina some time ago.”

Zeta added an explanation within the limits of not disobeying orders.

He left? Medeia paused.

The image of the mercenary showing a languid smile came to mind.

Though she knew he was a capricious person and that it was natural for an arms dealer to travel between various countries, she hadn’t expected him to leave so suddenly without even saying goodbye.

“…Will he come back?”

At Medeia’s question, Zeta thought of her lord’s condition.

To return to Valdina, he would need to show at least signs of recovery, but with her lord’s current state…

Complex feelings swirled within her.

“…I’m sorry, Your Highness. I cannot say more.”

At Zeta’s troubled expression, Medeia nodded as if understanding and ordered her to withdraw.

“…”

Medeia put down what she had been fiddling with onto the table.

Two small cylinders, each carved with a goddess statue and water drop design on top and bottom.

‘When I found this, I made a replica just in case. It seemed like someone would try to get their hands on this divine artifact someday.’

One was the Dawn’s Tear she had obtained from the Philosopher’s Stone, and the other was a counterfeit so elaborate that the difference couldn’t be detected at a glance.

‘I was hoping to connect with the 1st Prince through Facade rather than the Mage Tower.’

Now that the wolf had left, it had become a distant possibility.

Medeia opened a small drawer and put one cylinder inside.

‘…He left as silently as the wind until the very end.’

Somehow, a subtle sense of emptiness shook Medeia. Had she perhaps grown attached to that ruthless mercenary?

The quiet peace she had briefly tasted that day came to mind – the deepening night, the forest full of grass scents, the crackling sound of burning wood and the warmth of the campfire.

Medeia soon shook her head.

‘You’ve grown complacent. You even have the luxury for such useless thoughts.’

In her second life, mostly filled with things she already knew and had experienced, Medeia learned something new for the first time.

That comfort made her weak.

‘I don’t need such things. I won’t expect them.’

Her sword meant to pierce her enemies must always be kept sharp.

Awakening from her reverie, Medeia raised her head.

“Neryl, how did that thing I asked you about go?”

Neryl approached and secretly reported to Medeia.

“You asked me to watch the movements of those who were in the prisoner list before. They’re returning to the capital.”

“Is that so?”

Medeia raised her head. She gazed at the City Walls outside the window.

Her green eyes were shining brilliantly as if nothing had happened.

“Neryl, I need you to go outside the Royal Palace for a moment.”

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