The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 130

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Chapter 130

 

“Y-Your Majesty…!”

 

“Your Majesty!”

 

People gasped in shock.

 

At the same time, the Agema who had been hiding revealed themselves. Their shining armor bore the symbol of the Agema—the emblem of a galloping horse.

 

“Sweep them all away. Don’t leave a single one alive.”

 

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

 

With the command, Peleus’s Royal Guard swiftly climbed up onto the city walls. And as if they had been waiting, they swept away the Regent’s private soldiers.

 

The city walls instantly transformed into a brutal battlefield.

 

It was a scene of carnage filled with screams and death.

 

Arrows flew over the Agema wielding their swords and rained down toward the Regent’s forces.

 

Precise aim and accuracy.

 

The sharp arrowheads pierced only members of Prince Claudio’s faction.

 

Those who died without even a groan fell outside the city walls.

 

‘How is that bastard here! How are there still so many Agema alive!’

 

The Regent barely opened one eye to witness the scene.

 

He was utterly shocked. It was a more vivid horror than the pain he felt in his eye.

 

Samon was also terrified and desperately grabbed his father’s sleeve.

 

“Father! Didn’t you say the Agema were dealt with on the plains!”

 

How would they know!

 

Surely a message had come from Pavello, the Agema’s deputy commander, saying he had properly dealt with them on the plains as ordered.

 

“Block them. Don’t let them come up!”

 

The Regent frantically urged his private soldiers in desperation.

 

But the Agema were the elite corps that even the Empire dared not easily touch. There was no way the comfortable knights of the Royal Palace could stop those who had soared through the lines of fire on battlefields.

 

With each swing of the Agema’s hands, three or four fell.

 

Clang clang clang-!

 

“Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Spare me!”

 

Like a sweeping wave, the Regent’s soldiers and forces who had perfectly controlled the city walls just moments before were swept away.

 

The Regent’s forces fell into terror at the overwhelming force. It would be more accurate to say they were paralyzed with fear.

 

“Your Majesty, we only did as we were told. The Regent threatened us all…”

 

“P-please spare our lives.”

 

They dropped their swords and bowed their heads.

 

They could instinctively tell.

 

Now that the King and the Agema had returned, this battle was already decided.

 

This place was not a revolutionary stage where Claudio’s ambitions would be realized.

 

It was merely an overwhelming massacre scene to eliminate old rebels.

 

Clank. Clank. Diangel, walking with heavy steps in full armor, kicked the Regent’s knee.

 

The Regent tumbled down disgracefully. Blood flowed from his eye and torn forehead as his face struck the stone floor.

 

“Gah, you bastard! How dare you…!”

 

“Show proper respect to His Majesty, traitor.”

 

The low voice suppressing murderous intent was like a Cerberus from hell growling, making even the bystanders flinch.

 

“Let go! Release me! Father! Mother!”

 

Meanwhile, other Agema dragged Samon over and threw him to the ground.

 

Enraged by this, Samon drew his sword but was sent flying by a single kick from an Agema.

 

He clutched his broken arm and screamed.

 

“Ahhh! My arm! You beasts! You murderers! Do you know nothing but destroying and killing!”

 

As Medeia watched this scene indifferently, she heard urgent footsteps.

 

A strangely familiar sense of déjà vu.

 

Before she could shrink back, a shadow fell over her head.

 

“Dea.”

 

Medeia’s body froze.

 

Unlike her usual composed self, her fingertips trembled finely.

 

Clenching her teeth hard enough to create dimples in her jaw, Medeia raised her head.

 

“Peleus?”

 

Bright blue eyes. The same dazzling silver hair as hers.

 

Her brother was right before her eyes.

 

Medeia tried hard to hold back the tears that threatened to fall by widening her eyes.

 

“Is it really you?”

 

A trembling voice escaped. She reached out her hand hesitantly.

 

But in the end, she couldn’t reach Peleus before her. As if she shouldn’t touch him, as if she couldn’t touch him, her fingertips curled back.

 

“Spilled water cannot be gathered. I must fulfill my duty as King of Valdina. But you should live freely. Forget all duties, all sorrows, and forget this brother too.”

 

Peleus, who had embraced even his sister who stole the Philosopher’s Stone and fled,

 

“Dea, you must live. That’s enough, I don’t resent you.”

 

“Just when you’re sad, don’t forget the blood flowing in your veins, that there was family who cherished you.”

 

Until the very end when he went out to face the horde of magical beasts, he worried about her well-being.

 

Her foolish, heartless self from that time.

 

“Dea, I’ve come. Your brother has come.”

 

Seeing his trembling sister, Peleus felt pity rise within him.

 

He was the first to grasp his trembling sister’s hand.

 

“Peleus, is it really… you? Are you alive?”

 

Medeia’s green eyes urgently examined him.

 

The leg that had limped from injury was fine, and the chest torn by magical beasts was intact.

 

The hand holding her was not that of a gray corpse.

 

It was warm, the hand of a living person where she could feel the pulse completely.

 

“Dea!”

 

At that moment, Medeia collapsed to the floor. Her face was covered in tears.

 

“Yes, you’re alive. Peleus, you’re alive. Right?”

 

Neryl, watching from behind, was startled.

 

It was the first time she had seen her always composed master collapse like this.

 

“I’m sorry, Peleus. I was wrong… Please forgive me.”

 

Pressing her forehead against her brother’s hand that she desperately grasped, Medeia wept sorrowfully.

 

Each falling teardrop contained the apology of her past life.

 

“I’ll… restore everything, Peleus. I promise. I’ll put everything back in its place… This time I’ll protect you, brother… So…”

 

No matter how much she suppressed it, rising sobs mixed in.

 

“I’m sorry. I don’t even deserve to dare ask for forgiveness, and it’s far too late, but Peleus, I…”

 

Medeia bit her rolled lips and trembled violently.

 

“Forgiveness? That’s nonsense…”

 

Peleus’s handsome brow furrowed briefly. He couldn’t understand what his sister was talking about.

 

But he could tell that there was a burden too heavy for his sister to bear on her collapsing small shoulders.

 

“Dea.”

 

He carefully grasped Medeia’s shoulders.

 

His sister was about a span shorter than the height he had expected.

 

The beasts he had seen on battlefields usually stopped growing in environments where survival was impossible.

 

Medeia’s fragile and anxious appearance was probably not unrelated to the chaotic palace environment.

 

“I’m sorry. Because I was lacking, I made you endure this hardship.”

 

His sister who had risked her life and stood alone with dignity against the Regent’s threats.

 

How difficult it must have been. How frightening it must have been.

 

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe so no one can harm you. Leave it to this brother now.”

 

He tried to comfort her by awkwardly patting his sister’s back.

 

“Your Majesty, we have finished suppressing everyone. Fortunately, the Queen Mother’s life is not in danger.”

 

At that moment, Diangel approached and reported on the organized situation.

 

The mercenaries disguised as citizens that the Regent had planted outside the city walls had also been dealt with long ago.

 

Peleus raised his head.

 

“We have gathered all the criminals. They await Your Majesty’s summons.”

 

Below the city walls, the Regent and his forces were bound with ropes and forced to kneel. Peleus’s eyes held a cold gleam.

 

He walked toward the Regent.

 

“Pe, Peleus… how are you here…?”

 

“You must have worked so hard for such a long time hiding this grand ambition, Prince Claudio.”

 

An authoritative yet chilling voice rang out.

 

The Regent looked up at his nephew with his one uninjured eye, fumbling.

 

Ten years of time, the battlefield had changed far too much.

 

The young boy he remembered was nowhere to be found, replaced by a fully grown man whose predatory killing intent pressed down mercilessly on the Regent’s shoulders.

 

The Regent recalled the spear that had shattered his sword to pieces.

 

Thinking of that overwhelming power, perhaps he should be grateful that the fragments only hit one eye.

 

Realizing that spear could have pierced through his throat, the Regent trembled as chills ran up his spine.

 

For the first time, the fear of death became tangibly clear.

 

“N-no. There was some misunderstanding. I was only trying to protect this Valdina in your place…”

 

With this, his once grand ambition tucked its tail in humiliation.

 

“With the abdication document you obtained by threatening my grandmother and sister? Uncle, you say amusing things.”

 

The chilling voice held no inflection.

 

The words that didn’t hide their mockery somehow resembled Medeia’s.

 

Even the King’s face, shadowed with his back to the sun, showed no great disturbance.

 

Only his eyes. The Regent read in those unfathomably deep eyes a royal fury he could not bear.

 

The Regent’s body began to tremble even more violently.

 

At that moment, the city gate opened and Gillipos shouted loudly.

 

“Your Majesty! We have captured foreign spies who attempted to infiltrate Valdina Palace!”

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