The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 166

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Part 2, Chapter 13

Rachel continued, looking at Medeia with fearful eyes.

“Also, Your Highness Princess commanded me to stay at the Cottage House. You said I must not freely come and go from the palace, preventing me from leaving this place.”

The bewildered people could finally understand the meaning of Rachel’s words.

The terrible traces of curses discovered at the Cottage House.

The severed front paws of mice that overlapped with the Saint’s injured arm.

Now the Saint was pointing to the Princess as the mastermind behind this horrific sorcery.

At that moment, the reactions of those present split.

“Saint, please stop making such ridiculous accusations! What kind of rudeness is this!”

The Valdinians were outraged, asking how dare she try to slander the Princess in Valdina Palace.

Diangel’s face even turned red with tremendous indignation.

However, besides the Valdinians, there were also dignitaries from the Holy Kingdom who had come to escort the Saint.

They immediately defended Rachel.

“Would the Saint have pointed to the Princess without any reason?”

Then, Rachel continued as if lending strength to the High Priest’s rebuke.

“I know my existence has become a burden to Your Highness. But Your Highness, I am one who serves the Goddess’s will. Even if you cannot look upon me with favor, please bestow upon me a thread of mercy. I have not the slightest intention of taking Your Highness’s place.”

The last words, mixed with sorrowful tears, sounded even more pitiful.

People hesitated.

‘Come to think of it, the relationship between the Saint and His Majesty the King was not ordinary.’

Among gossipmongers, there were rumors that they would soon see the Queen of Valdina.

The affection between the Peleus siblings was very strong.

But if one lifted the veil of that beautiful and close family love, the reality might be that the Princess harbored tremendous possessiveness toward her brother the King.

Even going so far as to slander the Saint to drive her away from her brother’s side.

High Priest Baor, seeming even more enraged by Rachel’s words, raised the dagger high with reddened eyes.

It was the decisive evidence he had secured moments ago.

“Look! Here is the evidence.”

Triumphant, Baor proudly displayed the pattern engraved on the dagger he had found to the Valdinian royalty.

“Do you see? Here, coincidentally, the royal crest is engraved. Along with the Princess’s initials.”

“Your Highness Princess, you say. High Priest Paollo, please be careful with your words.”

At Sisear’s warning, Paollo held the dagger even higher for display.

“Can’t you see this pattern? If your eyesight is poor, I’ll bring it directly to show you!”

He displayed the engraving.

The crest of the House of Valdina engraved on the short sword and the initial M.

Among the only two royals, the only name starting with M was Medeia.

The evidence was clear.

Six mouse corpses appeared, signifying a demonic ritual.

Mouse corpses intended for black magic ritual appeared, one of which mimicked Rachel’s wound and was skewered on a mithril dagger.

And that dagger belonged to Medeia.

“Your Highness Princess…”

“Could you explain this?”

What on earth had happened? People’s gazes focused on Medeia.

“My goodness, I really cannot believe… Oh, I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I should never have come here from the beginning. I’ve only caused discord.”

Tears dripped from Rachel’s eyes.

The tears flowing continuously like sobs touched people’s heartstrings.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness Princess. I didn’t know you would misunderstand like this. I didn’t know you hated me enough to curse me… I was just…”

Rachel sobbed again.

“Sob, it’s my fault. Sniff… I’ve cracked the peace of the royal family and created a rift between His Majesty and Your Highness Princess.”

Brainwashing multiple people was bound to be unstable.

‘Now’s the time. I must shake them.’

But Rachel, who couldn’t miss the opportunity to push Medeia off the cliff, risked the brainwashing breaking and repeatedly cast her word spells.

“Your Highness Princess, what is the meaning of this?”

Knight Commander Elinor asked in a somewhat rough tone, angered by the Princess’s silent reaction.

The Agema also looked at the Princess.

“Truly, did Your Highness do this?”

“No, right? Please tell them quickly. It can’t be true.”

In their eyes mixed shocked dismay and a thread of denial that it couldn’t be true.

Trying to harm the Saint was like attacking the Goddess. But for that person to be the Princess of Valdina.

“Ha! As if she would admit it! I’ve heard plenty about the Princess’s evil reputation!”

Paollo, unable to bear the situation any longer, threw down the dagger.

At this, the Agema guarding the Princess all drew their swords at once. Though confused by Rachel’s brainwashing, they moved reflexively to the insult their master had received.

“…”

But the Princess, who had become the center of the storm, said nothing.

She merely gazed quietly at the scene.

Her green gaze slowly passed over the Agema, then lingered on the fuming High Priest and holy knights, and the ritual evidence scattered messily on the floor.

Sometimes, like now, reality and the past intersected.

As if this situation and atmosphere weren’t the first, moments remembered by her skin came back to life.

“Jason. It’s my fault, I…”

“Don’t say such things, Rachel. What did you do wrong! Medeia! You’re truly wicked. Weren’t you satisfied even with that?”

People didn’t listen to her words.

Whatever Medeia did, she and Rachel existed only in the framework of a power-hungry villainess and a Saint who still wished for peace.

To the Princess who silently observed the assembly, Paollo urged.

“Your Highness Princess, please speak-“

At that moment, a single tear fell down Medeia’s cheek.

Why had she suffered so much?

Why had she tried so desperately to prove herself?

In a well-orchestrated play, truth had no relevance whatsoever.

Realizing this indifferent principle only now, she let out a soundless laugh. Or perhaps it was a scream that reached nowhere.

Medeia, this foolish and pitiful thing.

“…”

Everyone froze.

Even Paollo, who had been raging, lost his words.

The moment they discovered the transparent droplet falling beneath her expressionless eyes, their hearts dropped as if they had committed an irreversible mistake.

The Princess made no excuses, no apologies.

Whether she was admitting or denying guilt, nothing could be read from her expressionless face.

Nevertheless, at the single line of tears crossing her flushed cheek, the Agema felt a shock as if struck by fierce rocks.

The brainwashing Rachel had painstakingly left with black magic might have eaten away at their minds, but it couldn’t make their hearts beat.

“High Priest, don’t think we’ll tolerate your rudeness toward Valdina forever.”

Diangel, the first to regain his senses, drew his sword and placed it at Paollo’s throat.

“That writhing tongue shouldn’t touch the ground, should it.”

“You, you insolent…! How dare you threaten me?”

The holy knights also straightened their backs, feeling the sharp killing intent the Agema were sending.

The Agema stood beside Diangel, facing the Temple Knights.

It was a tense standoff.

Paollo should have insulted Valdina rather than Medeia.

The moment he spoke the Princess’s name, the rage rising in the Agema’s hearts shattered Rachel’s brainwashing.

If Rachel, who had spent months agonizing and pouring fake holy power into them and planting marks, knew this, she would have fallen backward.

A tense standoff where neither the Holy Kingdom nor Valdina would back down even slightly.

Peleus, who had been watching this entire situation with sunken eyes, raised his hand.

“Stop.”

The murderous aura he emitted, like ice spikes, enveloped the room.

The air froze cold.

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