The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 163
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Part 2, Chapter 10
– Try harder. Are you planning to fail from the very first step? If you can’t even steal away the one family member you have, do you really think you can bring Venus’s orbit?
The man behind the pendant sneered with a metallic voice.
Click.
The communication cut off.
The sacred flame had long since changed from black back to the benevolent form of the goddess.
Rachel anxiously bit her nails.
“Damn it. Medeia, whenever that bitch appears—”
The King, and even the Agema consumed by brainwashing, forgot her existence.
Besides constantly trying to interfere with her, the chills she felt when left alone with Medeia earlier were unsettling.
‘Could it be… has that girl awakened?’
The real Shadeian shaman Selene, whom her mother had driven out.
Since Medeia was Selene’s only daughter, she might have inherited the prophetic power remaining in that blood.
“No, that can’t be. If so, she wouldn’t just stand by and watch like this.”
If prophecy were possible, she wouldn’t have let her into the palace, or rather, wouldn’t have stood by watching her beloved brother fall into danger in the first place.
It was none other than the goddess’s omnipotence.
Even after becoming the Saint that the temple, and furthermore all humanity awaited, she wouldn’t remain this quiet.
So.
Rachel bit her lips and raised her nails.
“…She hasn’t awakened yet.”
Rachel muttered and nodded her head. A faint sigh of relief escaped.
“Thank goodness, Medeia. It’s not too late yet.”
Sinister ecstasy was mixed in her gentle voice.
Both the Shadeian shaman and the Saint would be remembered as only one on the continent.
Only by Rachel’s name.
The unwound bandages fluttered, torn to shreds.
Rachel looked straight at her face reflected in the wooden mirror and fixed her makeup, spot by spot.
She also neatly combed her disheveled hair and steadily caught her breath.
“I need to drag Medeia down from the Princess position first. To do that, I need to make them remember again that she’s an unlucky cursed bundle.”
It wouldn’t be easy. The current Medeia was loved by subjects and people as a hero who stood against the rebels and protected the country.
Fortunately, Rachel had expertise in such matters.
What breaks rock-solid faith is a single drop of doubt.
Just like Medeia’s mother Selene was driven out and died before awakening her omnipotence, her daughter Medeia would be the same.
“They said the Temple Knights would arrive soon…”
The stage and audience were ready. What remained was only the actors to appear in the play.
Rachel’s sinister gaze settled on the torn bandage pieces.
* * *
Luscious golden hair flowed over shoulders draped in a silk gown. It was so soft it seemed it would slip through fingers.
“Saint, how can you be so beautiful?”
The maid admired while combing Rachel’s hair.
After entering the palace as King Valdina’s guest, Rachel quickly captured the hearts of palace servants with her harmless kindness and generously shared divine power.
“Saint, you say? Do you know how amazing she is? She swept away all those ghouls and saved His Majesty. They say her divine power is very strong too! That’s why the Holy Kingdom is rushing over so urgently.”
“Even though a Saint would become the second most powerful person after the Pope, you don’t know how kind she is. She goes to the slums every day to help sick children, and generously shares her divine power even with low-ranking palace servants like us.”
With kindness and gentleness, Rachel soon gained people’s trust.
Even the maid of Cottage House who was assigned to serve Rachel by Medeia’s order.
“When she first arrived at the palace, to humiliate her in front of so many people… Princess is really too much. The Saint is practically His Majesty’s benefactor!”
The maid pouted her lips.
The maid assigned to serve Rachel was stupid and naive.
After using divine power to heal small wounds a few times, she became completely enchanted by Rachel.
Making such a person her ally by moving her tongue a little was the easiest thing for Rachel.
“I went to treat His Majesty but missed the timing. I must have offended Princess. I hope Her Highness won’t be too angry.”
Rachel continued with drooping eyebrows.
“So, if I put a sacred blessing on something Princess likes, wouldn’t she look at me more favorably?”
“Hmm…”
The maid scratched her chin.
“You said you often go to the Princess’s Palace… isn’t there something suitable among Her Highness’s items to bless?”
“Well…? I can’t really think of—”
“Think about it. Something with Princess’s name engraved on it… something that anyone would see as belonging to Her Highness?”
As Rachel’s voice grew densely deeper, the maid’s eyes became more hazy.
“Hmm. Last year on Princess’s birthday, His Majesty did give her a mithril dagger with Her Highness’s name engraved as a gift.”
Rachel smiled brightly at the maid’s answer.
“That would be good. Then can you bring me that dagger without anyone knowing?”
A goat horn-shaped mark appeared over the maid’s hazy pupils.
“Of course. No problem. I originally worked at the Princess’s Palace. I’m very close with Saya, Princess’s maid too.”
The maid replied absent-mindedly.
“Yes. I know.”
Rachel nodded gently. If she had enough power, she would have approached more maids, but she had to manage the Agema’s marks and target Peleus too.
“That’s why I’m asking you.”
The maid nodded fervently with hazy eyes.
* * *
Princess Valdina’s Palace.
“Your Highness, that woman called Saint is really strange!”
Saya grumbled.
“Now she’s even strangely influencing people around her!”
“What happened?”
At Medeia’s calm question, Saya swallowed her anger and spilled out the whole story.
“Anzi tried to enter my study?”
“Yes. Sister Neryl saw her at dawn yesterday. She ran away immediately when she heard footsteps.”
While Saya vented about the ingratitude of Anzi, who was once a maid of the Princess’s Palace, she narrowed her eyes.
“Your Highness, but before punishing Anzi, there’s something I want to tell you first. I’ve been thinking about it, and that girl casually probed me about something recently. About Your Highness’s dagger.”
Anzi pretended otherwise, but hmph. How quick am I to notice? Did she think she could get away with such bumbling? Saya snorted inwardly.
To Saya, who had been trained by pickpockets who used to extort her wages and bread with smiling faces in back alleys, Anzi’s pitiful attitude was nowhere near enough.
“I thought the kid was strange from when she kept defending the Saint after receiving divine power a few times since being sent to Cottage House, Your Highness, why are you laughing?”
Saya tilted her head seeing Medeia suddenly burst into laughter.
‘A dagger… Rachel, you’ve already started preparing.’
“I think I know what she’s aiming for. I’m glad nothing has changed.”
Because Rachel’s cowardly method of manipulating opponents like chess pieces while never dirtying her own hands remained the same.
“Just let her take it.”
“What? No way. Who knows what she’ll take from there!”
“It’s fine. The real one is here anyway.”
A silver dagger revealed itself from the opened drawer.
“I wouldn’t carelessly store Peleus’s gift. What I put in the study is fake.”
“Ah…”
“Let’s just consider that a gift from me.”
“To whom?”
Saya asked back.
“Well. You’ll find out soon. Don’t worry too much about it.”
Medeia smiled slyly.
“After all, Anzi isn’t the only one there, right?”
There were plenty of chess pieces waiting to appear under Medeia’s control.
* * *
A few days later, at the Cottage House.
Rachel looked down at the silver dagger that had come into her hands.
Then she caressed the antique lettering engraved small beneath the handle.
Heheh.
Her elegant lips twisted grotesquely.
“Hehe… All the preparations are finished.”
Left alone, Rachel hummed a soft tune.
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