The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 129

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Chapter 129

 

She alternately pointed to the abdication document in her hand and the area outside the city walls where Virna would be. Then she clicked her tongue as if sighing.

 

“Ah. Indeed, your family has no blood or tears when it comes to power. To be so heartless even to your own daughter, now I understand.”

 

“This wench!”

 

“Samon.”

 

Before Samon could fall for Medeia’s provocation, the Regent warned his son, then spoke to Medeia.

 

“Medeia, the Queen Mother’s life hangs on that one seal of yours. Not content with devouring your parents, do you want to go down in history as a cursed being who killed your grandmother too?!”

 

“Uncle, everyone is watching. Aren’t you afraid of heaven while coveting what isn’t yours?”

 

Clear green eyes swept over Claudio. It was a distinct voice, as if for everyone to hear.

 

‘Not… mine?’

 

Those words lit the fuse of the Regent’s anger. His face turned dark red, and veins stood out prominently.

 

As if his reason was being completely burned away, rage blazed fiercely.

 

“It is mine!”

 

As if forgetting that he had just told his son not to fall for Medeia’s provocation, the Regent shouted at the top of his lungs.

 

“That throne was mine from the beginning! Your brilliant father and brother stole what was mine!”

 

With his hand not holding the sword, he pointed to the sky, then beat his own chest.

 

“Heaven knows and earth knows! That I, Hoakin de Valdina, am the true material to become master of this land! Why do you think Valdina has fallen to this state! It’s all because I’m not the king! The goddess has sent down punishment!”

 

What he had just spat out was his true feelings that had captivated the Regent for a very long time.

 

He truly believed that his rightful destiny had been stolen by his brother and nephew.

 

“Uncle, wake up from your delusions. The former emperor, the people, and even the goddess have eyes and ears…”

 

But Medeia shattered his firm belief with a calm voice.

 

“How could they choose such a pathetic ruler who plunges the country into this chaos just to sit on the throne.”

 

The resolute voice that had just overwhelmed the rebels crushed the Regent’s pride.

 

“Uncle, you are not material for a king. Your rule will only endanger Valdina.”

 

“Hmph, did you think I’d be played by your sharp tongue any longer! If I say so, then it is so! Won’t they choose me even before sword and blood!”

 

The sight of the Regent raving alone and the princess maintaining her composure was starkly contrasted.

 

Among the surprised ministers and subjects, Sisear spoke out.

 

“Regent, you’re truly out of your mind.”

 

“Shut up. My coronation will be held after first tearing apart your cunning mouth!”

 

The moment Sisear spoke out, the Regent ordered a knight to strike his cheek.

 

“Oh, you didn’t misspeak about a funeral, did you?”

 

But he still did not yield.

 

Even though Prince Claudio’s knights beat him mercilessly as if venting their anger.

 

“Medeia, hurry!”

 

“Even if I die, I will never use my own hands to bring down His Majesty the King. I refuse.”

 

However, despite the murderous atmosphere and the pressure that seemed to weigh down her entire body, the princess was adamant.

 

“You still dare!”

 

At that moment, blood splattered down at the Regent’s feet. Something unbelievable had happened.

 

“Mother!”

 

“Your Majesty the Queen Mother!”

 

The Queen Mother had drawn the dagger from the Regent’s waist and stabbed her own chest.

 

“Hoakin, you… will never become king of this country! I will not… allow it!”

 

Even as she collapsed, her wide-open eyes did not leave her son.

 

‘Since I nurtured your ambition like this, it’s this mother who will eliminate it.’

 

If she died like this, Hoakin would go down in history as an unprecedented tyrant who killed his own mother and usurped his nephew’s throne.

 

The people would never acknowledge him as king, and no matter how he seized the throne, it would collapse before long.

 

‘…Medeia, I’m sorry. This foolish grandmother…’

 

Her wrinkled eyes captured Medeia’s blurring figure for the last time.

 

Her granddaughter was gazing at her quietly. Was what was contained in those green eyes a handful of worry, or resentment?

 

“Your Majesty the Queen Mother!”

 

Lady Pinatelli pushed away the knights and rushed to the Queen Mother. She pressed her sleeve with all her might against the area near the heart where blood was seeping out.

 

“Please call the court physician! Quickly! Regent, isn’t she your mother, please…!”

 

The Regent’s complexion was now so dark it was almost black.

 

How could his own mother block her son’s future to the very end like this?

 

Hahaha. The Regent’s mouth split wide as sadistic laughter echoed. Madness even shone in his eyes that had lost reason.

 

‘Yes, whether I’m a tyrant or whatever, it doesn’t matter. As long as I become king, I don’t care!’

 

With cold eyes, he clenched his fist tightly.

 

And with a roar, he barked at Medeia.

 

“This is the last time, Medeia! Hurry up and stamp the seal!”

 

However, Medeia still did not move.

 

The way she quietly stared at him seemed as if she was waiting for something.

 

“Hahaha! Don’t tell me you’re waiting for your brother? Peleus, do you think that bastard will come running to save you? Wake up! What would change even if he came! Valdina’s entire army must be rotting as a handful of dust on the plains!”

 

That’s when it happened. A faint laugh could be heard.

 

“When Uncle was a prince, the reason Valdina struggled against Kazen’s invasion was also because Uncle fell for their trap and led the soldiers out.”

 

Medeia no longer hid her clear mockery.

 

“Though a scar may have remained on your shoulder, Uncle survived, but the five hundred soldiers who followed the prince never returned alive. Indeed, your eyes that cannot read the tide of battle seem to remain the same.”

 

“You truly want to die, struggling like this.”

 

“Uncle, rather kill me and take the seal. Wouldn’t a cold-blooded person who eliminated his niece be better than an unfilial child who threatened his parents?”

 

Medeia spread both arms and exposed her chest. Her green eyes gazed at the Regent and Queen Mother.

 

His niece’s cold green eyes.

 

They looked exactly like his brother’s eyes that had looked down on him with disdain.

 

Hatred and inferiority complex surged from deep in his chest.

 

So the agitated Regent did not realize.

 

That a flash had crossed Medeia’s gaze as she mocked him and glanced far beyond the city walls.

 

“It can’t be helped, Medeia. Don’t resent me. You chose this.”

 

Reluctantly, as he raised his sword, Samon urgently grabbed his father’s arm.

 

“Fa-Father! Stop, calmly and rationally reconsider-”

 

Was he really going to kill Medeia right now? Wasn’t this different from the original plan?

 

Above all, hundreds of eyes were watching them right now!

 

“Let go, Samon. This father will bring you everything. The throne, this country too.”

 

However, the Regent even shook off his son’s hand. There was no one left who could stop him, captivated by madness.

 

“What do I have to fear now!”

 

The Regent raised his arm. It was when the gleaming sword struck down toward Medeia.

 

Whoosh-! Clang-!

 

“Aaaaah!”

 

Along with a rupturing sound like metal being crushed, the Regent’s scream rang out.

 

A sharp spear had flown and knocked away his sword. The force was so strong that fragments of the sword flew into the Regent’s eyes.

 

He clutched his bleeding eye and screamed.

 

“Aaaaah! Who is it! How dare, who, who dares to do this to me…!”

 

Half his vision turned toward where the spear had come from.

 

“Claudio, don’t lay a finger on my sister.”

 

A cool voice echoed.

 

Though not loud, it was audible enough for everyone, and all those gathered raised their heads.

 

A handful of wind that cooled the heat of madness swept over Valdina’s city walls.

 

And where the wind had passed, on the watchtower overlooking the walls, stood a young man.

 

Silver hair and a blue cape fluttered.

 

The emblem of the House of Valdina was clearly visible on his armor.

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