The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 187

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Part 2, Chapter 34

“Yes! Then I shall disappear from the Late Emperor’s sight! I’ll leave the Imperial Capital!”

“You, you insolent fool! Yes! Get lost! I’ll banish you to the remote frontier so you can’t throw such arrogant tantrums! Together with those insignificant vermin!”

In the midst of this, the 4th Princess frantically screamed at her father’s hand pointing at Samon.

“Ahhh! Do you really want to see me bite my tongue and die! Being tied to those beggars on paper is enough!”

“You, you wretch!”

“Angelique! We’re your parents! How can you say such things! Your Majesty! Please calm down!”

After an even more ridiculous scene involving the Dowager Empress ended, the 4th Princess really did leave for the Eastern Region where her maternal grandfather was.

According to what was heard, on her way out, she spat on the Imperial Capital’s walls, which further enraged Perdickas II.

With the 4th Princess leaving the Imperial Capital, the Claudio family lost even their superficial support.

Though it became harder for the family to hold on in Kazen, Samon didn’t care.

After all, his plan to get rid of his wife right before his eyes had succeeded in the end.

‘Even the Emperor, Duke Dong, and the Dowager Empress—even those great people didn’t notice. That I sent that woman away like that.’

Samon looked at the Medeia siblings dancing in the distance.

The beautiful siblings sparkling under the light of the stained glass contrasted with Samon’s sinister gaze watching them.

‘You two will soon be the same way.’

Peleus would ascend to that altar today to perform the Continental Festival ceremony as Valdina’s Emperor.

Right beneath that altar lay buried explosives powerful and concentrated enough to topple the statue and blow away the entire interior of the temple.

Samon looked lovingly at the statue placed behind the altar.

Imagining the moment of explosion sent thrilling shivers through his body.

Stones would fly out like fragments and the impact would send the Emperor’s body flying into the air.

And finally, that magnificent statue would slowly tilt and crash down upon the Emperor’s body.

Samon vividly pictured the altar’s collapsing fragments tearing Peleus’s flesh, and the statue symbolizing the Goddess’s mercy mercilessly crushing his bones as it fell.

The sound of the Emperor’s body being crushed and broken beneath the pile of stones.

As the horrific scene of blood and flesh bursting out between the stone walls seemed to unfold before his eyes, he couldn’t hide his laughter.

The only regret was that he couldn’t directly witness with his own eyes the vivid fear of death that would be carved on Peleus’s face at that glorious moment.

Once Peleus fell, Valdina’s Imperial Throne would come into his hands.

The Imperial Throne that should have been his from the beginning.

‘I’ll gladly take over this country that you worked so hard to develop while I was gone.’

“Master.”

Just then, a subordinate approached from behind and reported to Samon.

“Why are you here?”

“The Butler sent me. He said I must protect Your Excellency as the top priority by your side.”

“Hmm….”

Samon, who had been frowning, finally lowered his guard. The subordinate approached and whispered quietly.

“You need to come for a moment. There’s been a slight problem with the job.”

“What?”

At the news Suha delivered, cracks immediately appeared on Samon’s previously calm face.

He checked the time.

Today was the only opportunity to target Peleus. Once he returned to Valdina, the iron-willed Agema would guard him like an impenetrable fortress.

His heart grew anxious.

“Let’s go quickly.”

He hurriedly left his spot following his subordinate.

Without noticing that the subordinate’s back was slightly more hunched than usual.

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Back at the chapel where the festival was in full swing.

“….”

Medeia quietly stared at the man who had appeared before her again.

Jason, meeting those cold eyes, was the first to speak.

“Do you want to mock me? For appearing before you again in this pathetic state as the Emperor’s dog?”

Despite his handsome appearance, Jason’s face was completely contorted.

As if he himself was rather hurt in his pride for saying such things.

“….”

Medeia still gave no answer.

Jason anxiously fidgeted with his fingers. His heart raced as if standing before a cliff.

He couldn’t tell if this was the fear of one standing at the edge of a precipice, or the impulse to jump down to the bottom.

“I don’t understand myself, but Medeia, I came here to see you.”

Jason confessed without realizing it.

“I became like this because of you, but even so, Medeia, I can’t forget you.”

Those damn vivid green eyes remained in his mind, refusing to be erased.

“Medeia, seeing me, do you have nothing to say?”

His red eyes persistently captured Medeia.

“….”

“Please, you, just one word—”

“Should there be?”

Only when that thirst had reached the point of being pitiful did a brief word finally come.

A voice cold as ice. An indifferent gaze that didn’t even hold him in sight.

At the woman’s appearance, unchanged from his memories, Jason let out a hollow breath.

In the repeated memories he’d recalled over the past three years, he thought it would be good if those eyes just held him, he just wished that cold voice would reach his ears.

But facing Medeia before his eyes, he realized.

That this much was no longer enough.

As he stared at her delicate features, at the white, neat fingers holding her dress, a thirst incomparable to anything before surged up.

Jason clenched his hands into fists to suppress the urge to grab those slender shoulders and cleared his throat.

“I returned to Kazen and thought for a long time. Where did I start to crumble?”

“….”

“Tracing back one by one, I found that at the starting point of everything I lost, Medeia, you were there.”

“….”

Jason wasn’t a fool either, so by now he couldn’t help but dimly sense the antipathy Valdina’s Princess held toward him.

But he still didn’t know.

That the emotion Medeia held for him wasn’t mere antipathy, but a deep abyss close to hatred.

“I….”

Jason stopped speaking for a moment as if his throat was choked.

“What did I do so wrong to you?”

The question he could never understand no matter how much he thought burst out.

That voice contained an injustice he couldn’t hide. It even felt desperate.

He didn’t know that this was the inevitable sorrow that one who gives their heart first must bear.

“I simply cannot understand….”

“You seem to have forgotten. I’m sure I answered that question before.”

Medeia responded calmly.

The desperate anxiety sent by the handsome man before her was as indifferent as if it couldn’t even touch the hem of her dress.

“We must have been an irredeemable ill-fated connection in our past lives.”

Her quiet voice pronounced each syllable precisely, as if hammering them into his mind.

“An ill-fated connection, that can’t be. I know. I’m certain, because… we are connected.”

He hesitated, then confessed in a hoarse voice that seemed to scrape the floor.

“Every day… I dream of you. Every single night for the past three years without missing a day.”

Every night he saw her.

When losing the Former Emperor’s retainers, when being chased by monsters and hovering between life and death.

“In my dreams, you….”

Jason’s expression became rapturous as if seeing a dreamy hallucination.

“Dea…”

The Medeia in his dreams was incredibly gentle and sweet.

“Please be careful. You know you’re all I have.”

“Jason. I love you.”

Green eyes filled only with affection directed at him. Slender arms wrapping around his neck. White fingertips caressing his hair.

Medeia stroked his face and confessed her love.

Could the taste of the forbidden fruit accidentally sampled be this sweet?

To dismiss it as merely a dream, the temperature and touch were far too vivid…

He couldn’t forget it. The moment in his dream when he briefly held this woman, embraced her in his arms.

That’s why accepting the cold reality of now was even more difficult.

‘When you can be so affectionate. When you can… love me.’

He kept wanting to grab Medeia and cry out.

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