The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 156

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Part 2, Chapter 3

 

Medeia turned around.

 

“When?”

 

“Just a moment ago. I came after seeing the flags entering through the city gate. However, I hear that court physicians and priests have been summoned to wait outside the palace gates.”

 

Medeia hesitated. It was uncommon for court physicians and priests to be called out simultaneously.

 

‘Could something have happened on the plains?’

 

An ominous thought crossed Medeia’s mind.

 

“Peleus. You don’t necessarily have to go yourself, brother. Just sending the Agema would be sufficient.”

 

“I must ensure the source of the wave is completely destroyed. It won’t be dangerous. Dea, don’t worry. I’ll finish quickly and return to you.”

 

Even his gentle words of reassurance as he patted her shoulder didn’t ease her reluctance.

 

Medeia still vividly remembered her brother torn by monster claws.

 

The howling cries of the monster horde trampling the vegetation still remained clearly in her ears.

 

The words ‘Do you have to go?’ rose to her throat, but she couldn’t hold him back.

 

“Dea, I’ll be back.”

 

Medeia fixed her gaze on the wooden doll standing on the nightstand.

 

Even if everything had changed, she couldn’t be certain about the main course of events, so why had she been complacently at ease?

 

Her heartbeat fluctuated wildly. The terror of that day, which her body seemed to remember, came back to life.

 

Her nightmarish past life was still alive and breathing in her mind.

 

Whenever an opportunity arose, it would slip through her memories and scatter black mist.

 

Medeia rose to her feet.

 

“Kensington, I’ll have to hear the rest later.”

 

“Yes, Your Highness.”

 

Kensington read a trace of anxiety that flickered across the Princess’s calm face as she left.

 

* * *

 

The government office in District 2 of Valdina Palace.

 

The vast courtyard of the government office, usually frequented only by officials, was unusually chaotic.

 

This was because the Royal Guard returning from the plains had injuries so urgent they couldn’t make it to the royal palace and had to receive emergency treatment here.

 

The court physicians who had been waiting in line hurriedly approached the Agema dismounting from their horses.

 

“Ahhh…”

 

“Please stay still. I need to wrap the bandages.”

 

Faint groans leaked out from here and there.

 

Medeia looked around.

 

Among the armor stained with dark red bloodstains, she couldn’t see the silver hair she was looking for.

 

Medeia’s steps quickened.

 

Thump thump.

 

She seemed to hear the growing sound of her heartbeat.

 

Like an omen of misfortune, as if something was bound to happen.

 

“Captain!”

 

Then, Neryl spotted Diangel first.

 

“Move the wounded to the medical room first… Neryl? Your Highness the Princess? What brings you here—”

 

Diangel, who discovered Medeia after Neryl, raised his eyebrows.

 

He too was in a disheveled state, covered in dust and blood.

 

Medeia saw the bandage wrapped around the side of his armor.

 

“Sir, are you injured?”

 

“Ah, this— it’s nothing.”

 

Diangel hastily turned away, but his wound had already been discovered.

 

“What on earth happened? To think the captain was injured, and why are the Agema in such a state?”

 

At Neryl’s question, Diangel sighed and waved his hand.

 

“Don’t even ask. We almost had a disaster. Suddenly another wave burst…”

 

Diangel reported the urgent situation that had unfolded.

 

Peleus and the Agema had successfully suppressed the ghoul wave that erupted on the plains.

 

After dealing with the ghouls and completely eliminating the source of the wave, another new wave burst on their way back.

 

“They were high-level monsters. The previous wave was definitely low-level, at most the boss was mid-level.”

 

A lich and ghoul legion that appeared suddenly.

 

Like true iron-blooded knights, the Agema didn’t panic and counterattacked, but the problem was there were too many.

 

“No matter how much we cut them down, they only charged toward His Majesty. And with a demilich as their leader, you can’t imagine how troublesome it was.”

 

A demilich was a demigod-level monster where a lich had gained enlightenment, its body disappeared, leaving only the head to act.

 

Diangel’s side was also cut while blocking the demilich’s attack aimed at Peleus.

 

“So, where is Peleus?”

 

Medeia asked urgently. Diangel realized he had caused the Princess to worry by vividly describing the urgent battle situation and hastily said:

 

“Though he was affected by that vicious necromancer, fortunately he’s safe now. The purification was successful too.”

 

Then, a familiar voice rang out.

 

“Diangel, refrain from unnecessary words.”

 

Peleus appeared from behind Diangel, removing his armor.

 

His armor was also dirty, indicating the urgency of the situation.

 

However, that filthy appearance gave Peleus a sacred atmosphere like a martyr who had emerged from hell.

 

“Bitten? The toxicity was strong enough to require purification?”

 

Medeia quickly grabbed Peleus’s arm with rapid steps. And she discovered the grayish bite mark on his left hand.

 

The trace of evil energy emitted by corpses, which must have once been close to black.

 

“I’m fine, Dea. It’s nothing. I’m perfectly fine. It didn’t even hurt. I just… let my guard down a little…”

 

Seeing his sister’s pale complexion, Peleus uncharacteristically rambled on.

 

“Fine, indeed. You were on the brink of death after being bitten. Being surrounded by a demilich and a mountain of ghouls wasn’t because we let our guard down.”

 

Diangel snorted. Then he immediately averted his eyes, intimidated by Peleus’s sharp glare.

 

“No, Your Majesty. Shouldn’t Her Highness the Princess know too? If it weren’t for her, Your Majesty would have been in real danger.”

 

“Her?”

 

Medeia paused.

 

“When I collapsed, there was someone who defeated the ghouls and purified the poison.”

 

As if Peleus’s brief explanation was insufficient, Diangel added:

 

“A woman from a village near where the ghoul wave erupted happened to awaken her holy power.”

 

He added a rich explanation with gestures.

 

“If only we could have shown Your Highness. I could finally understand why the Holy Kingdom had been waiting so long for a saint. It was truly tremendous power.”

 

The sight of turning a demigod-level demilich into a handful of ash amazed even the stone-like Diangel.

 

“Pure white light covered the plains and was powerful enough to turn all those ghouls into ash.”

 

“…”

 

How many people on the continent had witnessed the appearance of a saint with their own eyes?

 

Diangel’s uncharacteristically excited voice flowed into one of Medeia’s ears and out the other.

 

She noticed belatedly. The golden hair gradually approaching behind her brother.

 

One step.

 

Another step.

 

“Ah, there she comes.”

 

Pure white skirt hem rippled gently.

 

The woman approached. First, her luscious golden hair that hurt the eyes when reflected in the sunlight was revealed.

 

Then, gentle violet eyes came into view, and finally, cherry-colored lips forming a soft smile.

 

“Your Majesty, this is her. The benefactor who cut through the ghoul horde and saved His Majesty and our Agema.”

 

Before Diangel could introduce the woman, Medeia’s lips moved soundlessly.

 

Rachel.

 

“This is Miss Rachel.”

 

Why are you here.

 

Words close to a groan spread deep into her lungs.

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