The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 153

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Chapter 153

 

“You’re really strange today. No words, and your eyes are uncomfortable.”

 

At Medeia’s words, another soft chuckle escaped.

 

What exactly is funny about what I said? Just as she was getting a bit annoyed, thinking the mercenary before her was mocking her.

 

“I hope you stay just like this, Princess of Valdina.”

 

The mercenary bent at the waist.

 

As he leaned closer, the shadow he cast was large and massive enough to embrace and hide all of Medeia.

 

In their meeting gazes, unnamed deep emotions swirled up like a whirlpool before settling down.

 

He reached out his hand. A strand of pale silver hair brushed against his straight fingers like thread.

 

“It was enjoyable.”

 

His well-shaped red lips moved as a quiet voice resonated.

 

“It sounds like you’re giving some grand farewell. Are you planning to go to Kazen?”

 

“…”

 

The mercenary only slightly raised the corner of his well-shaped mouth, not giving any particular answer. Medeia nodded slightly as if she understood.

 

Whatever the case, Facade leaving Valdina wasn’t a bad thing.

 

‘It’s time to send them away from Valdina too. If not now, it would be difficult.’

 

Claudio, who had threatened the royal authority, had left, and her brother the King had returned.

 

If two beasts remain in one cage, they’ll eventually tear each other apart.

 

“Akaress, if you’re going to step into the imperial succession struggle, choose your backing properly.”

 

At Medeia’s casually spoken words, Chezare hesitated.

 

“If it were me, I’d take the First Prince’s hand. Rather than someone like Duke Castulo.”

 

That’s why the conversation from that day came to mind. However, time had passed, and the situation had changed.

 

“Still going on about the First Prince?”

 

The end of his scoffing words was somehow more caustic than ever before.

 

“Princess, unfortunately, he’s going to die soon. His lifeline will be cut before he can even handle the grand plan. So-”

 

“What if he survives?”

 

Medeia cut off Chezare’s words. Then he turned his head to stare at her.

 

Gone was the gentle demeanor he’d shown before the Princess, and a cold aura rose in his settled golden eyes.

 

“That won’t happen.”

 

He answered slowly. As if there was no room for reconsideration whatsoever.

 

“Some beliefs only have complete value when they’re shattered. Kazen’s First Prince will die.”

 

Chezare Dwaisler Kazen is going to die.

 

He had finally admitted it. That he could no longer see any path forward.

 

“There’s no other hope. This is the end.”

 

Leaving behind his past self who had been confident he would struggle until the very end, he was now ready to humbly accept death.

 

This acknowledgment finally came to pass before Medeia.

 

It was both ridiculous and sad.

 

That coincidentally, he would finally acknowledge his end before the very person he least wanted to show it to.

 

Unaware of Chezare’s despair, Medeia’s green eyes gleamed.

 

A clear voice that completely disagreed with his assertion rang out.

 

“Well, that’s something we’ll only know after going to the very end.”

 

Medeia opened a drawer with a rattle.

 

Though she had prepared it from the beginning, her tone of speaking as if she’d just thought of it was brazen.

 

A small velvet box was thrust before Chezare’s eyes.

 

“…What is it?”

 

Green eyes answered in place of words, as if telling him to open it.

 

Click. The moment the box opened, his straight fingers stiffened with a start. Violent trembling arose in his golden pupils.

 

Silence flowed through the bedroom.

 

“…This is.”

 

“Akaress, you recognize it, don’t you?”

 

The blue cylinder wrapped in velvet revealed itself before Chezare, emitting an impossibly vivid light.

 

“Dawn’s Nakru. What your Facade has been searching for.”

 

“…”

 

“It belongs to our Valdina, not to you or the Mage Tower.”

 

Medeia answered calmly.

 

Chezare picked up the Nakru. Even as the cold chill transmitted through his skin, it somehow didn’t feel real.

 

That Dawn’s Nakru had truly appeared before his eyes. That it was now grasped in his hands.

 

As if mocking him, the silver liquid inside the cylinder rippled.

 

The vivid sparkle that seemed to shimmer with starlight was blindingly brilliant.

 

The fake cylinder he had found in the King’s Tower couldn’t even compare.

 

Like a candle being lit, Chezare finally realized. He turned his head to stare at Medeia.

 

“You were the one who hid the fake too, Princess.”

 

“You’re not thinking of getting angry, are you? I’ve been turning a blind eye to you people turning a foreign royal palace upside down out of past affection.”

 

Medeia answered indifferently.

 

Her unchangingly proud expression and attitude rather pointed out Facade’s shameless behavior.

 

“How could I… be angry.”

 

Chezare barely managed to speak while gripping the Nakru.

 

His throat felt choked, as if strange sounds might leak out.

 

“Akaress, deliver this to the First Prince. Tell him it’s a gift from Valdina.”

 

“…”

 

“Furthermore, this is also my goodwill extended to your Facade. Remember that.”

 

The messenger Medeia chose was Facade, not the Mage Tower.

 

A calm voice awakened Chezare’s distant mind, as if telling him not to forget that.

 

“Princess, do you truly intend to save the First Prince?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Why?”

 

Medeia turned her body to face Chezare completely. A composed and cold aura passed over her clear face.

 

“Because I want him to survive.”

 

I want him to live and shake the Empire. So that both the Emperor and Jason will be helplessly swept away by that upheaval.

 

The First Prince is a dominant species that disrupts the ecosystem.

 

If he, who died early with a terminal illness in the previous life, doesn’t die, how will the situation of the Empire, and furthermore the continent, change?

 

“…”

 

At Medeia’s words, Chezare’s eyes wavered.

 

“I’ll… deliver it well.”

 

Medeia didn’t notice that his voice was hoarse as if cracking.

 

“Yes, Akaress. I hope you won’t betray my trust.”

 

Sending Dawn’s Nakru through Facade’s hands was a great adventure for Medeia as well.

 

At her sharp words, the mercenary smiled again and knelt before Medeia. His cool, straight hand pulled her hand toward him.

 

Just as she thought his fine black hair was tickling her skin, she felt a hot sensation like a brand being stamped on the back of her hand.

 

Chezare had knelt and pressed his lips to the back of Medeia’s hand.

 

“In the name of Facade, I will clearly convey that Valdina’s Nakru saved the First Prince.”

 

Medeia was momentarily flustered by the reverence flowing from his undisturbed posture and submissive attitude.

 

Him kneeling before someone and bowing his head.

 

It was a sight she had never once imagined since getting to know Akaress, the leader of Facade.

 

Wasn’t this man someone shamelessly arrogant regardless of social status?

 

“And I.”

 

As if it wasn’t over yet, his rich voice slowly resonated in her ear.

 

“Medeia, I will become your most excellent sword.”

 

The Princess probably neither knew nor understood the ecstasy that was making Chezare tremble right now.

 

That he, who had fiercely fought against the primordial curse and defied fate, had finally become enlightened to everything was not his choice.

 

The cold reality forced him to accept it.

 

That Chezare, too, as a mere human, could not escape the shackles of fate.

 

But the Princess before his eyes had shattered those shackles.

 

Like the sun rising beyond the horizon, she had driven away the darkness at the end of death and pulled him up.

 

Medeia de Valdina, she had.

 

Like a newly hatched bird imprinting the first being it sees as its mother, his vivid golden eyes captured Medeia.

 

From her fragile-looking silver hair to her firm gaze that didn’t match her delicate features, he engraved it all within himself.

 

I will probably live the rest of my life for this woman.

 

This prophetic realization embedded itself in Chezare’s mind.

 

“There is one falling giant star. A very black one. That star will cut through the chaos blocking your path, miss.”

 

It was the moment when the blind Old Woman’s prophecy, once given to Medeia without his knowledge, was being fulfilled.

 

At the same time, surging ecstasy and rapture filled Chezare’s chest.

 

In that instant, instinct led him more than reason.

 

His hands guided Medeia’s hands to wrap around his neck.

 

As if placing an invisible leash around his own neck with Medeia’s hands.

 

“As the Princess wishes.”

 

Your enemies are my enemies, your dreams are my desires, and I shall become your one and eternal sanctuary.

 

With this silent vow seeping into his lungs, Chezare lowered his head.

 

As if branding her small palm, he pressed his lips down upon the soft skin.

 

His robust energy, his burning heat, traveled through her skin and reached Medeia as well. Her green eyes, which rarely wavered, trembled greatly.

 

“What kind of outrageous behavior is this—”

 

Medeia tried to shake off his hands at this unprecedented eccentricity, but his firm hands covered hers and wouldn’t let go.

 

Thump, thump. Through their touching skin, she could feel his pulsing heartbeat completely.

 

And when Medeia was about to kick his chest with her foot, the pressure was released.

 

“Akaress!”

 

“Well then, farewell, Medeia.”

 

His slow and deep voice resonated in Medeia’s ears.

 

He had already snatched up Nakru and leaped out the window.

 

Only the fluttering curtains remained as traces of his brief stay here.

 

“That man… really… selfish to the very end.”

 

Frowning her fair brow, Medeia pressed down on her chest.

 

The sound of her frantically beating heart seemed loud enough to be heard outside.

 

Her white fingers, which had been pressing her flushed cheeks, flinched involuntarily. It still seemed to retain his burning body heat.

 

The pulsing she felt from the neck she had embraced, the hair that tickled the back of her hand, the vivid golden eyes that looked up at her while kneeling.

 

The sight of a beast baring its blue-black teeth yet seeming to submit obediently in her grasp.

 

That strange and bewildering feeling was a first for Medeia too, and she found herself helplessly swept up in it for a moment.

 

In the confusion that felt like a raging storm, Medeia let out a sigh. Hah. She inhaled and soon regained her composure.

 

The heat faded from her green eyes, taking on a cool air.

 

‘With this, Kazen’s First Prince will be resurrected.’

 

Regardless of the Rebel Leader’s eccentricity, Facade would faithfully carry out their assigned task.

 

The survival of the First Prince, who had been a tragic loser, was a future that had never occurred. Even Medeia herself couldn’t be certain whether this choice would be beneficial or harmful.

 

Perhaps she had unleashed something beyond even her own control, a faint hesitation arose.

 

“It doesn’t matter.”

 

But what Medeia desired in this life was neither the Empire nor victory.

 

She only wanted the complete downfall of her enemies.

 

So, as long as the mad dog she had saved could shake the Empire, it didn’t matter whose throat it bit.

 

Medeia looked up at the sky. Darkness as deep as pitch black had covered the world.

 

The brilliant silver stars’ twinkling stood out even more.

 

“Jason, Rachel…”

 

In the deep night, her enemies’ names were carried away on the cool wind.

 

“Wait, your turn is coming soon.”

 

Medeia’s revenge was just beginning.

 

<The Crown to Steal from You> Part 1 End.

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