The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 175

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Part 2, Chapter 22

Though years had passed, the black demon he had encountered several times while suppressing the Masu waves was an existence difficult to erase from his mind. 

“The 1st Prince? You mean the 1st Prince of Kazen?”

“That person is the 1st Prince? That demon of war?”

The crowd stirred. 

Who? That insane heretic who just destroyed the goddess statue and is confronting the Temple Knights is who? 

They doubted their ears. 

News about Kazen’s 1st Prince is the hottest topic receiving the most attention on the continent. 

It was so when he was terminally ill, and also when he was resurrected and reappeared in the Empire. 

That very person had now revealed himself at Valdina’s Empire proclamation celebration, so they couldn’t help but be shocked. And with the most unpredictable appearance and actions at that.

The 1st Prince raised the corners of his mouth as if that was the correct answer.

Meanwhile, Paollo’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out.

‘That madman is Kazen’s ‘that’ 1st Prince!’

But since it was the Knight Commander who had once allied with Kazen and even went to continental war saying this, it must certainly be true.

Paollo gritted his teeth.

‘No wonder he wasn’t afraid of the consequences.’

If it wasn’t someone like Kazen’s black demon, who would dare act so arrogantly before the eyes of so many people from the Holy Kingdom.

“1st Prince… Your Highness, the Saint nearly got hurt. And for what reason did you damage the sacred goddess statue.”

Paollo spoke to him while trying to suppress his anger.

“You must provide a proper explanation. You should know that destroying a goddess statue is a grave sin that can be treated as heresy.”

“Is that so?”

The 1st Prince raised his eyebrows as if surprised.

“You ignore the blood flowing from her eyes but destroying a statue is wrong? The moment you ignored the goddess’s tears, you also denied the existence of that statue. Isn’t refusing to acknowledge the goddess’s will heresy?”

“1st Prince-!”

“How strange. Who exactly does the Holy Kingdom represent? God? Or humans?”

At the relentless question that hit the mark, Paollo was momentarily speechless.

“That, that is…” 

“Never mind. You’ve already given your answer.”

He moved his steps without hesitation. It seemed he had no intention of listening to an answer from the beginning.

The crowd listening to their conversation together also felt doubt.

“The 1st Prince’s words aren’t wrong. What the Holy Kingdom is doing now is a bit strange. It’s a blessing that the goddess has given a revelation after so long, but instead of rejoicing, they’re trying to deny it unconditionally.”

“Why would that be? There’s only one reason, hey, you. Don’t look over there!” 

The murmuring sounds grew louder and louder. 

The 1st Prince’s overwhelming presence instilled a strange conviction in the crowd.

As Medeia successfully dropped Rachel into the pit she had prepared, the 1st Prince covered it with a lid on top.

“Wait a moment. We can’t let this pass like this.”

Rachel silently bit the flesh inside her cheek. She hadn’t given up yet. 

“As a Saint, I cannot stand by and watch Valdina impersonate the goddess and incite chaos on the continent.”

“Saint.”

Medeia responded calmly. She would not allow Rachel even the slightest escape route.

“You are no longer the young girl who roamed the plains. As you said, you represent the temple, and furthermore the goddess and the Holy Kingdom. Therefore, you must be careful with your words.”

Medeia looked at the priests, not Rachel.

“When this moment is recorded and someday made known to future generations, does the Holy Kingdom have the confidence to bear that shame?”

As if reminding them that in the distant future, the historical responsibility born from this fleeting moment must be borne by them, not the Saint.

“…”

Rachel’s face flushed at the calm yet piercing criticism.

Medeia adjusted her white gloves. 

At that sight, people remembered. The duel she had bravely challenged against Kazen’s 4th Princess once.

What was the result of that. 

The 4th Princess of the powerful nation was defeated disgracefully twice, and Kazen had to offer double tribute as the price of the wager.

“Our Valdina does not tolerate rudeness twice.”

At the sharp warning sent calmly, Rachel took a step back. 

Then, realizing she had unconsciously stepped back, she bit the flesh in her mouth.

‘Damn it, it can’t flow like this.’

After Medeia refuted Rachel’s words, the flow she had been leading was broken by the bleeding goddess statue. 

Then Kazen’s 1st Prince completely branded that the goddess did not agree with the Saint’s words.

‘I’m a Saint. The one and only Saint who appeared on this continent after hundreds of years.’

Though she tried to remind herself, her mouth was parched. 

Rachel felt the thread of doubt planted in the eyes of those who had revered her as the goddess’s representative. 

Though there seemed to be no change right now, Rachel could not tolerate the minute crack in the faith toward the Saint that should have been absolute.

“1st Prince Your Highness.” 

Therefore, she bravely stopped the 1st Prince. 

Having grown up among black mages, she had not yet felt with her skin the reason why the people in this place feared the 1st Prince. 

“The goddess has not forgiven those who distorted her will. Isn’t Your Highness afraid of her wrath?”

The 1st Prince slowly turned his head. 

“The Saint is diligent in studying doctrine.”

He felt neither the need nor desire to deal with the Saint. 

Even if she was called a Saint, even if she wielded powerful holy power, it had nothing to do with him. After all, there was only one being he believed in. 

For a moment, golden eyes filled with warmth brushed over Medeia.

Not knowing why the 1st Prince’s atmosphere had softened briefly, Rachel fumed and reached out her hand again.

“I am a Saint! You shouldn’t treat me like this-“

At that moment, golden eyes filled with killing intent gazed coldly at Rachel. 

She couldn’t move a muscle as if bound by a snake.

“S-Saint. T-this way…” 

“High Priest, you still have much to teach.” 

Even at the 1st Prince’s arrogant lecture treating the Saint like a clumsy child, the High Priest couldn’t offer any rebuttal.

Was it Kazen’s power, or the 1st Prince’s own strength.

‘It’s over, it’s over.’

The spectators shook their heads.

What was certain was that the High Priest, who should have exploded in anger while invoking the Holy Kingdom’s dignity like before, had tucked his tail.

Leaving behind the speechless High Priest and Saint, the 1st Prince moved his steps. 

Step, step. 

The man crossed the banquet hall wrapped in silence without hesitation. The nerves of countless people were focused on only one person, the 1st Prince. 

They couldn’t help but fear and simultaneously revere the man who had overwhelmed the entire gathering in an instant.

The demon of war, the black beast.

His notorious reputation known to the world didn’t mention that he possessed quite handsome features.

His black hair gleamed like ebony, and his firm jawline flowed with beauty like a statue carefully carved by god.

However, what captured their gaze was not his outstanding appearance as if the sun god Apollo had been reincarnated. It wasn’t his broad, sturdy shoulders or his sleek physique like a black panther either. 

It was the strange atmosphere flowing from him. 

Leisurely steps, unrestrained attitude. 

The leisurely aura emanating from the 1st Prince seemed to languidly scatter people’s guard.

However, there was a precarious feeling that if you let your guard down, that leisureliness might flash at any moment and slit your throat. 

Just like the goddess statue that had crumbled to pieces under his hand.

If Peleus was like cold ice, 1st Prince Chezare was like a blazing sun. 

However, the problem was that even if your flesh cooked and your eyes went blind from the heat that sun emitted, you wouldn’t notice.

He reached before the Valdina royal family in an instant with steps that were neither too slow nor too fast. 

His casually closed lips held a faint sneer that seemed to smile yet not smile. 

Though he was insufferably arrogant as if he had the world beneath his feet, people couldn’t deny that even that suited him breathtakingly well.

“Che, Chezare, how are you here, Uncle appointed me as the representative of this delegation.”

No matter how much people swallowed their shock and surprise, it couldn’t compare to Jason. His red eyes were widened as if they might pop out at any moment.

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