The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 127

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Chapter 127

 

Jason casually turned his body.

 

Virna Claudio was running toward him, her pink hair fluttering in the wind.

 

“Your Highness! It’s Virna! Virna, daughter of Prince Claudio! Please, help me!”

 

However, Jason found it more important to save at least one remaining Ost rather than deal with the Regent’s daughter right now.

 

He spurred his horse without hesitation.

 

“Hyah!”

 

“Your Highness! Your… Highness! No! Noooo!”

 

Virna ran desperately, but it was impossible to catch up with a horse.

 

She couldn’t accept the fact that the kind and benevolent Duke Castulo had seen her and turned away.

 

“He, he didn’t see me, that must be it. There’s no way His Grace the Duke would ignore me… Ahhh!”

 

She clutched her head and went into a frenzy.

 

The surroundings were still a brutal battlefield of chaotic combat, and a blind sword flew toward the abandoned Virna.

 

“Ahhh!”

 

Terrible pain shot through her back.

 

Amidst the blinding white pain, Virna fainted once again.

 

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Even from atop the distant city walls, Medeia could spot Jason.

 

She could see him wailing while holding his dead guard.

 

Even his cowardly behavior of hastily ignoring Virna and fleeing without time to contain his anger.

 

Medeia watched the scene with an indifferent expression.

 

‘Jason, I told you I would completely destroy your foothold for trying to use Valdina.’

 

She would give him nothing, and everything he possessed, Medeia would take and destroy.

 

In this fake rebellion, she wasn’t targeting only Uncle Claudio’s family.

 

‘One, two, three… there were four total, but Tom missed one. Was it Ost who escaped?’

 

Her ultimate goal was to annihilate Jason’s hidden secret forces and furthermore eliminate the imperial shadow guards protecting him.

 

Medeia was well aware of the existence of the recluses who protected the bloodline of Alcetas II.

 

More than just well aware.

 

‘There’s also a grudge between you and me that needs settling.’

 

They were also the guards protecting her son Lian.

 

According to the principle that the eldest son inherits the bloodline, that blood had been passed down intact to Lian, Jason’s first son.

 

They were the ones who first discovered General Jared putting Lian in a basket of venomous snakes and tormenting him, then reported it to Medeia.

 

After that, Nord and Ost took full charge of Lian’s protection.

 

“My son is still too young. Since he’s not fighting magical beasts, he doesn’t need guards as skilled as you.”

 

Jason opposed it, but he couldn’t break their stubbornness in prioritizing the preservation of the imperial bloodline above all else.

 

‘So I trusted them and sent Lian to the Imperial Palace.’

 

But what returned was her son’s cold corpse.

 

While investigating her son’s death, Medeia discovered that they had stood by and watched as Empress Rachel poisoned Lian.

 

Breaking their iron rule of not interfering in politics, the recluses had joined hands with Rachel and betrayed Medeia and her son.

 

“Madam, we no longer wish to live as mere shadows of the imperial family. Her Majesty the Empress promised us the power and freedom to reveal our existence proudly under the sun.

 

But with Valdina fallen and you not even being royalty, what could you possibly offer us?”

 

Jason was also part of their scheme.

 

He had been trying to get rid of Medeia and her son since the end of the expedition.

 

Rather than investigating his son’s death, Jason covered it up to shield the Empress from criticism.

 

Though her teeth ground and bloody tears flowed, she couldn’t retaliate.

 

Because the recluses, now puppets of Rachel, were also targeting Lea.

 

‘You will end up dying in this foreign land without name or honor. I’ll also remove the shackles of shadow that you so desperately wanted to cast off.’

 

Medeia clearly witnessed them falling from their horses after being struck by arrows, rolling in the dust-filled ground, and being trampled by the hooves of their desperately fleeing comrades’ horses.

 

She stepped forward. Then she shouted toward the bottom of the city walls.

 

“Surrender! Drop your weapons and surrender, and your lives will be spared!”

 

The rebels looked up. Their eyes showed disbelief and confusion in equal measure.

 

“Really? They’ll spare our lives? Wasn’t treason something that got your head chopped off immediately?”

 

“Theo says it’s a fake rebellion. We were deceived by the leader from the beginning!”

 

Then the soldiers on the city walls shouted in unison once more.

 

“There won’t be a second chance! Drop your weapons and surrender!”

 

The Guard Captain could understand the Princess’s intention.

 

‘In the end, each of them is a citizen of Valdina.’

 

Fear only silences mouths temporarily; eventually, it will erupt again.

 

Rather than executing them all and creating another spark, it would be better to deal only with the leadership that instigated the rebellion and show the royal family’s magnanimity, which would be deeply imprinted in their minds and those of other citizens as well.

 

Thud. Thud. The people dropped their weapons and bowed their waists.

 

“We didn’t know! We truly didn’t know!”

 

When had they been fiercely attacking with sharp blades raised? Now they prostrated themselves flat toward the city walls.

 

They didn’t want to die a dog’s death. If they could live, they wanted to beg for their lives somehow.

 

“Damn… damn it…! If it comes to this…!”

 

Those standing awkwardly were the mercenaries who had been left in limbo. The leader was dead, and Theo had betrayed them.

 

Far from the promised gold coins, it was uncertain whether they could even preserve their lives.

 

Before them stood the towering Royal Palace, and behind them were blocked by Gillipos’s soldiers.

 

What hope could they possibly have left?

 

They too dropped their weapons with thuds.

 

As the rebels gave up further attacks, the thick dust clouds and commotion gradually settled.

 

On the vast ground, there were only those bowing their waists.

 

It was the moment when the civil war disguised as revolution that the Regent had dreamed of came to a futile end.

 

Meanwhile, Theo walked out from among them.

 

Everyone held their breath watching him step forward toward the city gate, one step at a time.

 

In one hand, he held the severed head of the leader.

 

“Princess of Valdina, behold!”

 

The boy who had reached the front of the city walls knelt toward Medeia.

 

Then, removing his helmet, he pulled out a letter from his chest and waved it.

 

“This is a letter that Regent Claudio sent to the rebel leader. Not only did he incite treason, but it also contains orders to kidnap Your Highness the Princess!”

 

“Gasp!”

 

Seeing the face of the young rebel revealed after removing his helmet, Saya nearly screamed.

 

The rebel who had beheaded the leader was Theo, her brother. She hastily covered her mouth.

 

Fortunately, everyone seemed too absorbed in Theo to notice Saya’s reaction.

 

“The leader, who received the Regent’s support, bought mercenaries and deceived the people to swell the rebel forces. Their plan was to enable the Regent to seize the throne by taking advantage of the chaos caused by the rebellion, and that was the price of our people’s lives!”

 

The passionate cry of the hot-blooded boy seemed to pierce people’s hearts.

 

Every word was steeped with the anger of the masses who had been used as mere chess pieces.

 

That’s why it sounded so truthful.

 

“I too am not free from the crime of treason, but I could no longer stand to watch this country be toyed with by that detestable hypocrite.”

 

Theo glared at the Regent. Tears of anguish flowed from his reddened eyes.

 

“Princess of Valdina! Even if you take my head, please expose all the harm the Regent has inflicted upon this nation.”

 

The shadows cast on his eye-catching handsome face and the bloodstains still remaining brought to mind the harsh moments the boy must have endured.

 

“Wh-what does all this mean? Did I hear wrong?”

 

People gasped at the young rebel’s revelation.

 

“Are you saying that the Regent, who had been enthusiastically stepping forward pretending to be the savior of the Royal Palace, was actually the instigator of this incident?”

 

Dozens of eyes turned toward the Regent as if seeking answers.

 

The Regent stopped his feet that were about to step back hesitantly and firmly gripped the wall of the city walls.

 

“You scoundrel! What nonsense is this! A lowly traitor now tries to overturn the Royal Palace with his three-inch tongue!”

 

Thick veins stood out on his neck and the back of his hands.

 

The Regent turned pale and denied it.

 

“It’s, it’s outrageous! It’s all slander! Fake evidence and schemes made to bring me down! Everyone! Surely you don’t believe that nonsense? I, Joaquin Claudio, swear to the goddess that I have never seen or met that person!”

 

The voice that spilled out sounded utterly desperate.

 

It was when people were becoming confused by the resentful, earnest voice.

 

“Uncle, would you call this a lie as well?”

 

Medeia, who had been silently watching them, turned toward the Regent.

 

Then she extended her arm toward him.

 

Swoosh. A scroll unfurled beneath her straight hand. In an instant, everyone drew in their breath.

 

“…!”

 

The Regent’s heart dropped with a thud as he recognized the document.

 

“This is a pledge document plotting rebellion. At the very top are Joaquin Claudio, Uncle, and Samon.”

 

Medeia walked forward and displayed the pledge document for everyone to see.

 

So that all the people in this place guarding the Royal Palace could see it.

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