The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 152

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Chapter 152

 

Was it because she had put too much force into swinging the whip?

 

The 4th Princess staggered, pressing her forehead as waves of nausea washed over her.

 

“What are you doing? Why aren’t you bringing tea for Her Highness the Princess!”

 

The Princess’s maid glared at Virna.

 

“Y-yes…”

 

Virna bit her lips and awkwardly brought tea to offer to the Princess. However, she soon found herself drenched in the tea water that the 4th Princess had thrown at her.

 

“It’s all cold and smells fishy! You drink this garbage yourself!”

 

The 4th Princess didn’t stop.

 

As if she intended to pour out all her anger on the name Claudio.

 

“Are you just going to stand there like an idiot? Can’t you see the sunlight shining here right now? Go get a parasol!”

 

The 4th Princess threw a tantrum with everything she had. Virna struggled to endure her hysteria.

 

Just moments ago, hadn’t she witnessed her mother and brother being beaten like dogs right before her eyes? She had no choice.

 

“Sob, sob sob.”

 

Watching her groaning son and trembling daughter, Catherine wept.

 

Her heart felt like it would tear apart at the reality of only being able to watch as her children suffered all kinds of hardships.

 

When she first heard that the 4th Princess and Samon would be married, how delighted she had been.

 

When they said they would take them to Kazen, she had rejoiced, thinking their suffering was finally over, that there was hope even in a collapsed sky.

 

But what was this? The 4th Princess, who was to become her daughter-in-law, was a ruthless woman who beat not only her husband but even her mother-in-law.

 

Moreover, she treated her own daughter like a maid. Her precious Virna, who had never once gotten her delicate hands wet, who had been Princess Claudia.

 

How had things come to this? She looked up at the sky resentfully.

 

“The carriage is ready.”

 

“Hmph, don’t put those sluggish creatures in my carriage.”

 

The 4th Princess glared at the Claudio family with disgust and snapped.

 

Once the engagement ceremony ended, they were scheduled to head straight to Kazen.

 

“Y-Your Highness the Princess. Then where should we…”

 

“Just put them in the cargo wagon!”

 

She had absolutely no intention of enduring the resentment of the Valdina people while traveling with her unwanted husband’s family.

 

At the Princess’s stubbornness, Samon urgently raised his aching body.

 

“W-wife. That’s—”

 

“Who gave you permission to call me wife!”

 

Slap.

 

While Samon hesitated, clutching the cheek she had struck, the 4th Princess climbed into the carriage.

 

“Uncle, this is… going too far… isn’t it!”

 

Samon vented his indignation toward Count Raju who had approached.

 

The cargo wagon was incomparably small and shabby compared to the Princess’s carriage from earlier.

 

The narrow window had bars on it. Just like a prison confining them.

 

For Samon, who had grown up pampered as Prince Claudio, it was an unbearable humiliation.

 

To enter Kazen riding in such a thing? Not only would the journey be arduous, but how much would the Empire’s people look down on him?

 

Raju shook his head with a regretful expression.

 

“It can’t be helped. Didn’t you expect the 4th Princess to throw a tantrum?”

 

“A tantrum?”

 

Samon’s eyes blazed with fury. Could the countless verbal abuse and violence be dismissed at such a cute level?

 

“Then what would you do? Would you return to the guillotine now? Right now, you have no choice but to bow down and please the Princess.”

 

Moreover, there was still the plan of miscarriage remaining.

 

If she lost the child, the Princess’s anger would grow even greater. She would think she had been held back by Samon because of some child that would disappear anyway.

 

“Samon, we all expected that the position of consort wouldn’t be easy. You must endure and be patient to plan for the future.”

 

Raju comforted Samon, telling him to dismiss foolish thoughts and think only of profit.

 

“I’ll follow behind. Give this blanket to the Duchess and Virna. I’m worried since the cargo wagon will be quite harsh.”

 

In the end, Samon had to board the poor cargo wagon with his family.

 

Clatter clatter. The palace gates opened with the sound of carriage wheels turning.

 

Thud—

 

However, as if the ordeal for the Prince’s family wasn’t over, crowds filling the streets were waiting for them as they exited the square.

 

“It’s Kazen’s carriage!”

 

“Where’s Claudio? Is he there? Where is he riding?!”

 

“Oh ho, hiding in the cargo wagon? These cowards! Damn bastards! Trying to slink away!”

 

The angry people threw stones at them.

 

Splat—!

 

Something sticky and fishy hit Samon’s forehead. It was wet filth.

 

The Regent’s clothes had long been covered in sewage.

 

“Ahhh! Stop, stop it!”

 

Virna and Catherine were also flailing under the relentless baptism of filth.

 

The Princess’s knights drove the carriage visibly slowly.

 

“Traitor! You filthy rebel!”

 

The people didn’t stop throwing stones and filth.

 

Samon felt like he was going insane.

 

They probably thought he was enjoying the utmost luxury while grasping the lifeline called Kazen, but the reality was so different.

 

The places where the 4th Princess had hit him hurt even more.

 

Samon bit his lips. He bit so hard that blood not only seeped out but flowed down the corners of his mouth.

 

“Samon, just close the window, please?”

 

Catherine, unable to bear watching, pleaded.

 

But as if he couldn’t hear his mother’s plea, Samon didn’t lower the window.

 

His mad gaze was directed toward Valdina Palace in the distance outside the window.

 

‘Peleus, you’ll regret not killing me now.’

 

Samon muttered with bloodshot eyes.

 

Though he was leaving so miserably now, when he returned, he would enter triumphantly.

 

More magnificent and dignified than Peleus, he would trample this land with hooves and drag him from the throne.

 

“I will… definitely return to Valdina.”

 

The indefinite oath disappeared into the thick dust clouds raised by the cargo wagon.

 

* * *

 

Under the evening glow as the sun slowly set.

 

Medeia, who had returned to the Princess’s Palace, watched from afar as the carriage carrying Claudio departed.

 

‘Samon, you may feel relieved that you’ve escaped from my hands, but Claudio’s end is not here.’

 

There was still one final game prepared for them.

 

Then, click. A small noise caught her ear. Medeia turned around.

 

Behind the curtains fluttering at the window frame, a pale silhouette was visible.

 

“…”

 

Her hand reaching for the crossbow froze momentarily. Medeia spoke calmly.

 

“Akaress, my brother’s spear would be difficult for even Facade to block.”

 

This was after she had identified the guest who had boldly sought her out.

 

A faint laugh like deflating air echoed.

 

“Well. I don’t think I’d lose.”

 

With an arrogant retort, the man revealed himself from behind the soft veil.

 

“It’s been a while, Princess.”

 

Golden eyes resembling the sunset glow, the refined jawline visible beneath the still smooth half-mask remained the same.

 

“Princess, this place isn’t safe.”

 

“You’re the one who called.”

 

“I suppose there’s no need to tell you to be careful?”

 

Medeia finally remembered. The last memory of facing him in the palace where black smoke had risen.

 

Quite a lot of time had passed since then.

 

‘Come to think of it, Facade has been quiet lately.’

 

Medeia noticed the darkness and melancholy emanating from him.

 

The white half-mask and the black uniform tightly buttoned up below his neck. Unlike usual, he even wore leather gloves, leaving no gaps visible.

 

Moreover, his eyes were strangely sharp and his gaze had sunk deep.

 

It was different from Akaress’s usual languid and leisurely atmosphere.

 

‘He must have found out that the antidote he discovered was fake.’

 

That day, the Mercenaries of Facade who had snuck into the Royal Palace to find the Dawn’s Tears.

 

Guessing the result, Medeia pretended not to know and looked up at him.

 

“Have you been well? What brings you to seek me out?”

 

“I thought I’d pay my respects.”

 

Chezare answered lightly.

 

When he faced Medeia’s clear face looking up at him, somehow the violent feelings inside him that seemed ready to tear anything apart became calm.

 

‘This will be the last time.’

 

He didn’t let words like ‘end’ or ‘curse’ pass his lips.

 

He simply wanted to be remembered just like this, like a passing breeze, in this form that the Princess knew.

 

Even though he found it ridiculous that he had forced his body, which had reached its limit, to come to this place.

 

For Chezare, who had finally accepted death and become enlightened about the fate that remained to him, the last intense desire left was Medeia.

 

He wanted to see this woman.

 

“Why?”

 

Medeia, realizing that the mercenary’s gaze had been following her the entire time, asked back.

 

“….”

 

Chezare didn’t answer. His golden eyes behind the white mask captured Medeia.

 

His gaze was more intense than ever before. As if he was trying to engrave himself deeply into her mind.

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