The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 114

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Chapter 114

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Gillipos’ Estate.

“Master, this is a letter sent by Her Highness the Princess.”

“Tsk, that knight has become quite the young lady now.”

The elderly general snorted as he extended his hand. His voice was gruff, but it carried strength.

“Give me Her Highness’s letter first.”

Rustle.

Gillipos’s expression gradually hardened as he unfolded the letter.

“Is, is this… really true? The rebels are marching north to attack the royal palace?”

Neryl nodded.

After confirming the rebel forces’ size and direction of advance written in the letter, Gillipos looked down at the map again.

He shook his head. He still couldn’t believe it.

“Of all times, now… The timing and scale are truly strange. Where did they gather all these people during such difficult times?”

Most of the young men were out on the battlefield at this point.

No matter how much they rallied the people, such large numbers couldn’t gather all at once.

“The rebel leadership and some others are mercenaries hired with money. They gathered the people with justification and indoctrination. If we deal with just them, the rest will easily scatter.”

This meant it wasn’t an ordinary popular uprising.

“What bastards are trying to defile this country again!”

Gillipos slammed the table with a bang and burst into angry shouts.

The Princess, who had been the Regent’s puppet, transformed one day and began cutting away the rotten branches one by one.

He thought Valdina was finally seeing new light, but he was genuinely outraged that there were still corrupt seeds left to ruin the country.

Couldn’t they see the young Princess’s efforts to somehow lift up this shaking nation?

How could they all only seek their own gain? Deep regret and anger arose.

“Is it the Regent? The one trying to cause this trouble?”

Gillipos asked directly.

Gillipos was well aware of the Regent’s precarious situation. Even outside the royal palace, voices criticizing him were rising high.

“…”

“Why can’t you answer? I’m asking if it’s Claudio!”

Gillipos was almost certain.

The only wicked person who would shake this nation’s fate purely out of selfishness was someone like Joaquin Claudio.

“Duke Gillipos is a great man who loves his country more than anyone. But you’re too upright. What’s upright tends to break, and I have no need for a hunter who cannot wait for the hunt.”

Recalling the Princess’s words, Neryl looked straight at him.

“If I were to say that’s the case, Master, you would immediately rush to the palace and take his head. Then all the plans Her Highness has prepared would come to nothing.”

“You little…”

“Do you think everything would end if just the Regent disappeared? Soon there would be a second, a third Regent. To uproot these pieces of trash that have long taken root in Valdina, swinging a dull blade multiple times is useless.”

“…”

Gillipos caught his breath for a moment.

The reason that settled coldly in his drawn breath chewed over his disciple’s words. And he couldn’t deny them.

Then Neryl added.

“Her Highness commanded that we prevent them from entering the city, but allow them to advance up to the city walls.”

“Why?”

Gillipos couldn’t understand the Princess’s strange order at all.

Wouldn’t the best strategy be to completely suppress the rebels, leaving not even a spark behind?

‘If mercenaries are involved, it won’t be easy to suppress them.’

In battle, the difference between those who know war and those who don’t is immense.

‘With just the current royal palace guard, who have almost no combat experience, it would be difficult to stop them.’

However, there were forces within the royal palace to supplement them.

‘There are retired soldiers in the royal palace. Forces with rich battlefield experience who can replace the guard.’

Had the Princess’s ‘plan’ begun from when she established the relief organization to help them?

Only then did Gillipos understand Neryl’s words. As well as the Princess’s unbelievable actions she had accomplished so far.

‘I truly misjudged. I failed to recognize the makings of an emperor.’

Cold chills ran through his aged, stiff body.

If every step she had taken was calculated from the beginning…

This incomprehensible order must also have its reasons.

“I understand. Tell her not to worry, I won’t ruin things with rash actions.”

Then my job is to assist the Princess. To become a large, heavy, but powerful sword she can wield.

His wrinkled eyes finally showed a gleam. Gillipos slowly nodded.

“I’ll make all preparations.”

Neryl bowed deeply.

“Thank you so much, Master.”

Eventually, left alone, Gillipos looked at the weapons hanging on the wall.

“Hmm, traitors…”

After carefully examining them one by one, he finally picked up the most menacing iron mace among them.

A familiar yet chilling tension flowed down Gillipos’s back.

“To think this old man would lift this again in his lifetime.”

His trembling voice somehow sounded a little excited too.

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“Neryl, will you go straight to the palace?”

“No, Butler. There’s one more place I need to stop by. Where is Tom?”

Before leaving Gillipos’ estate, Neryl looked for Tom.

Hearing that he was at the training ground, Neryl headed there.

At the training ground, a sparring session between sweating trainees was in full swing.

“Hey there, friend. What brings you here?”

Tom, who was teaching swordsmanship to them, greeted Neryl.

“You all know Princess of Valdina, right? The one I’ve talked about until my mouth went dry.”

Tom seemed to have been going around boasting about having served the Princess.

“My friend here is Her Highness’s closest confidant, currently working as both her maid and knight!”

“Wooooah!”

Thunder-like cheers erupted from the training ground.

“Hahaha, these guys. Now do you understand how amazing this teacher is?”

Whether he didn’t see Neryl’s piercing gaze, Tom waved to acknowledge the crowd’s cheers.

Neryl made a disgusted expression.

“Tom, I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Her Highness ordered it, right? What is it? What is it this time?”

Tom, who had hastily sent the trainees away, lit up with interest.

Instead of answering, Neryl took something from her bosom and held it out. It was a small box about the size of a child’s palm.

Tom opened the box with a suspicious expression.

Wrapped in fine, precious paper was a handful of brown hair and a silver necklace.

“What’s with the hair?”

“Handle it carefully.”

“Saya, what is this?”

Neryl couldn’t hide her bewilderment when she first saw it either. It was when Medeia had gone missing at the hunting grounds.

“It’s a common superstition from the street where I lived. If you put a handful of hair together with your most precious possession and pray, your family will be safe… Of course, I believe Her Highness will return safely, but I was still anxious…”

The girl who had been isolated alone for a long time on the dangerous slum streets felt a deep fear about someone beside her disappearing.

Neryl realized this was Saya’s way of dealing with her own anxiety.

Later, when Medeia returned and learned the story behind the box, she looked down at it with an unreadable expression.

“Saya, may I keep this?”

The Princess pointed to the faded silver necklace that Saya said she had shared with her twin brother.

And she handed over the bracelet she had received from Peleus on her seventh birthday.

“Oh, mine is too shabby…! This is your most precious possession. You look at it every night before bed!”

Even as Saya repeatedly shook her head and declined, Medeia insisted on pressing the bracelet into her hands.

Neryl recalled the day she first brought Saya from Asylum Street.

“Please take me with you. I don’t want to stay here.”

“You might regret having me as your master. Would that still be okay?”

Neryl knew this was her apology to Saya.

Since she had received and used the other’s goodwill, she too was offering what she treasured most.

“Tom, there’s someone named Theo among the rebels currently heading north to the Royal Palace.”

“Rebels? So there was a reason you visited the manor after so long.”

An amused expression appeared on Tom’s face as he received the box.

“He’s a strategist in the leadership, so it shouldn’t be hard to find him. I want you to secretly deliver this to him. Be careful not to get caught.”

“You know my skills.”

Tom arrogantly lifted his chin. Like a warrior with strong competitive spirit, he showed no fear.

“Right.”

Neryl swallowed a sigh, finding Tom’s ever-confident attitude both amusing and exasperating.

“And from now on, there’s no payment. Keep that in mind.”

“What? Really? For real?”

Even at the news that he wouldn’t receive money, Tom’s face brightened like the moon.

“So now I’m really Princess’s person, right?”

Tom’s freckled cheeks puffed up with joy.

After months of abandoning all expectations and finding meaning only in carrying out the Princess’s orders together, his wish had finally come true.

“Just leave it to me!”

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