The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 132

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Chapter 132

 

He froze while holding the dying Ost, unable to even express his anger.

 

Medeia watched the death of the last target she had missed on the battlefield with indifferent eyes.

 

‘I had intended to eliminate him before he left Valdina.’

 

She was a little surprised that Peleus would be the one to finish it, as she hadn’t expected that.

 

At that moment, Diangel winked at Medeia.

 

“Tom? Who are you looking for that you still have your arrow nocked?”

 

“Yes, senior. Her Highness the Princess ordered me to eliminate Duke Castulo’s secret guards.”

 

When Gilliphos led the Agema to attack the village where Jason’s secret forces were hiding, Diangel happened to be with Tom.

 

“Oh ho, if it’s Her Highness the Princess’s words… Hmm, shall I help you out a bit?”

 

“I would be grateful if you would. She said they wear helmets with laurel emblems and never leave the Duke’s side, so it shouldn’t be difficult for you to find them, senior.”

 

Tom was able to handle the three hermits without missing any thanks to the assistance of Diangel, the leader of the Agema.

 

And before Peleus revealed himself, he had fully disclosed to his lord about Duke Castulo’s intervention and the fact that he had eliminated his hidden guards.

 

“Escort the Duke. This time, my knights will ‘safely’ escort him back to his homeland.”

 

Peleus’s words showed no deviation from the proper etiquette for addressing foreign royalty.

 

However, just because his words were beautiful didn’t mean his actions were the same.

 

The Agema went to Jason’s side and grabbed his arms. Their hostility and anger could be felt in their rough grip that cut off circulation.

 

Jason bit his lips and chewed on the rising humiliation.

 

Along with a handful of resentment toward Medeia.

 

“Princess, Medeia. Will you truly turn away from me like this?”

 

The words slipped out before he knew it. Peleus frowned his handsome face and blocked his sister’s front.

 

As if even Jason’s gaze reaching her was unpleasant. The humiliation of being treated like a bug bloomed in Jason’s chest.

 

“I truly tried to protect you. It was the Princess who rejected and insulted my goodwill, not me!”

 

Does she know what I have lost?

 

The more he spoke, the more anger surged up. He lost his reason without knowing it and shouted.

 

“I have never wronged you even once, so what on earth malice do you have toward me…?”

 

Jason truly couldn’t understand.

 

Even if she couldn’t return his goodwill, hadn’t she always pushed him away and glared at him with hatred? It made his teeth chatter.

 

“Well.”

 

Medeia shrugged her shoulders.

 

“I don’t know, perhaps we had some bad karma from a previous life.”

 

The light answer contrasted with his heavy emotions, giving him an even deeper sense of humiliation.

 

Jason clenched his fists. Anger at being rejected slowly rose up. There had never been so many rejections in his life.

 

The sense of loss with nothing to grasp seeped into his bones, and the fact that he couldn’t retaliate while surrounded by the murderous king and Agema was bone-deep painful.

 

‘If only I had the Varang and the hermits…’

 

He wouldn’t have had to retreat so shamefully. He had lost all the cards in his hand but gained nothing.

 

Before he could swallow his rising indignation, the Agema on both sides roughly grabbed him again.

 

“Let go! I’ll go on my own feet!”

 

Jason shook them off and turned around. It was such a shabby exit compared to when he had come to Valdina.

 

“Then Duke Castulo, I hope you have a safe journey. I trust you have no thoughts of setting foot on Valdina’s soil again.”

 

Peleus, who had issued a banishment order so clear it was humiliating, turned toward the Regent’s group.

 

“Imprison them all. Execute them without a single exception.”

 

“Your, Your Majesty.”

 

The ministers drew in their breath.

 

The Regent’s face turned pale.

 

“Peleus! I am your uncle!”

 

The implication was that there should be an exception made.

 

However, those words actually affected not Peleus but the nobles of the Regent’s faction.

 

‘He’s trying to escape alone just because he’s royalty?’

 

They too were incarnations of greed and lust for power that would be second to none in this country.

 

With their lives at stake, there was no more loyalty or righteousness.

 

“Your Majesty! The Regent first threatened us with our corruption! He said if we didn’t participate in the rebellion, he would report us!”

 

Someone shouted. One person was enough to open the floodgates.

 

“Your Majesty, that man colluded with Maid Supervisor Quizin and Minister Etienne to raise rebels with money embezzled from the Royal Palace!”

 

“He replaced all officials who wouldn’t cooperate with me using Her Highness the Princess’s seal!”

 

“I was in charge of money laundering for Prince Claudio’s family. The Prince’s mansion is full of gold and jewels, and there are more than ten fingers’ worth of places where slush funds are hidden throughout the country and even in the Empire!”

 

As if they had been waiting, exposures followed one after another.

 

The Regent, who had just tried to sell out Jason without hesitation, was getting exactly what he had done returned to him by his subordinates.

 

They exposed all the corruption, irregularities, and crimes the Regent had committed.

 

In fact, from the moment the Regent had eliminated Minister Etienne, who had been his right hand, without hesitation, they might have anticipated such a moment.

 

Therefore, they felt no guilt about selling him out to save their own lives.

 

“Your Majesty, the Regent also ordered us to scar Her Highness the Princess’s face when kidnapping her! So that even if the Duke rescued Her Highness, she couldn’t become the Duke’s wife!”

 

“I am a subordinate employed by the Count, and following his orders, I massacred Count Etienne’s estate. During the hunting competition, I also hung a scent pouch that lures beasts on Her Highness the Princess’s horse.”

 

It wasn’t only the nobles and retainers of the Regent’s faction who were looking for a way to survive.

 

The Regent’s face turned pale.

 

“You bastards! You ungrateful wretches! How dare you, after eating my money and benefiting from my power!”

 

He raged wildly from the deep betrayal in his bones. Even his remaining eye turned blood red as if it would burst.

 

The people gathered below the city walls, surrounding the criminals in a circle, also heard those exposures.

 

“My goodness, they really did eat well. This country became poor not because of Her Highness the Princess, but because of the Regent, that wicked man!”

 

“Such a man wanted to become king! Hey! Wake up from your dream! Claudio! Even a colony of ants would reject someone like you!”

 

“Not only did he kidnap his beloved niece, but he ordered her face to be ruined – he’s a monster wearing human skin!”

 

People clicked their tongues at such unprecedented wickedness.

 

“Please, wise Your Majesty, consider the severity of our crimes! We had no choice but to succumb to that man’s threats.”

 

The nobles of the Regent’s faction bowed their heads and pleaded.

 

“…”

 

“Your, Your Majesty…?”

 

However, when no response came, they raised their heads.

 

Then they met the eyes of the king looking down at them with an indifferent face and trembled violently.

 

Peleus was not fooled by their excuses.

 

‘Dea revealing the written pledge to the world must have been to root out the corrupt ones including the Regent.’

 

“These are people who filled their bellies with the blood and flesh of the people. Are there exceptions to treason? All rebels are to be executed.”

 

His authoritative voice was as firm as a brand.

 

“Your, Your… Majesty…!”

 

The mouths that had been gaping like fish thrown out of water closed at Peleus’s chilling murderous intent.

 

The Regent’s followers finally realized.

 

The king before them was no longer young or weak.

 

He was a warrior who had survived ten years of battlefields and a conqueror who had brought the tribes of the plains to their knees.

 

Their pathetic deceptions had long been seen through to the bone.

 

“Take them away. After the triumph ceremony, we will hold their execution in the square.”

 

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

 

Under the united shouts of the knights, the cries of those who sensed death leaked out.

 

‘I too will meet my end at the guillotine.’

 

Theo, who was kneeling beside the criminals, thought absently.

 

‘It would be nice if I could see Saya one last time.’

 

But he knew it was too much to ask.

 

He couldn’t leave Saya with the burden of being a traitor’s family member.

 

‘If I had known it would come to this, if I had known this was all the revolution would amount to, I wouldn’t have left like that.’

 

“Wait a moment.”

 

A clear voice rang out, but it didn’t reach Theo’s ears as he was lost in thought.

 

A shadow fell over the head of Theo, who was hanging his head in hollow defeat. At that presence, Theo absently raised his head.

 

When he adjusted to the blindingly bright sunlight, he was finally able to notice the remarkably beautiful girl standing before him.

 

“Your Highness Princess, this person is—”

 

The Princess raised her hand to stop the approaching knight and looked down at Theo.

 

‘Princess… she said?’

 

This was the first time he had encountered the person he only knew through letters at such close distance.

 

Theo drew in a breath.

 

The shock was greater than when he had seen the faint silhouette standing on the city walls.

 

“So it’s you. The one who slew the rebel leader and reported the Regent’s crimes to me.”

 

The Princess’s voice was gentle.

 

Her white cheeks were as soft as an angel’s, and her expression was both reverent and pure.

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