The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 192

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Part 2, Chapter 39

This temple was a trap that Medeia had prepared for Samon.

‘She insisted on holding the Continental Conference at the temple instead of the palace to draw in the Holy Kingdom.’

Now High Priest Paulo would set his eyes ablaze and search for the culprit behind the explosion on Valdina’s behalf.

The Claudio family would be too busy erasing their own traces to even think about holding anyone accountable for Samon’s death.

A chilling coldness swept through Medeia’s green eyes.

She had already known about Samon’s plan to target her brother.

But even if he had no intention of harming Peleus in this life, Medeia wouldn’t have stopped.

This was the old malice she was returning to her enemies from her past life.

* * *

As thick smoke spread to the surrounding city, a black carriage left the temple amidst the chaos of dealing with the explosion.

“Boss. Here.”

Garo offered a handkerchief while observing the complexion of the man sitting across from him.

The man who had thrown off his soot-stained outer garment and was catching his breath wore a black shirt.

The distinct outline of his well-built muscles showed clearly through the thin fabric.

Perhaps due to his low mood, there was a fierce aura about the man breathing slowly that made it difficult to speak carelessly.

“Even so, how could you just rush in like that? Just because you died once and came back to life, do you think you have multiple lives?”

“Shut up.”

“This explosion is related to Princess Medeia, isn’t it? Huh? Right? Otherwise, there’s no way the boss would get involved.”

Garo fired off his nagging without taking a breath.

Even he, who was rarely surprised by anything, found the explosion he had just experienced at the Parthenon Temple jaw-dropping enough.

“Really, Princess, if you were hiding something so tremendous, you should have given us a hint beforehand! We also have more than a few guys we’d like to put to sleep along with Samon Claudio!”

Like Jason, or Castullo, or the representative of Kazen’s delegation, for instance.

“I’m disappointed in Your Highness, really. Aren’t we still on the same side? Or weren’t we? After all the times I’ve worn out my feet going back and forth to Valdina, bringing you things, is our friendship only worth this much—”

Garo, who had been grumbling with his mouth running, suddenly stopped.

He belatedly noticed that the lower part of Chezare’s black shirt was wet.

“What’s that? When on earth… Don’t tell me you got hurt while saving Her Highness earlier?!”

He thought Chezare had rescued the Princess without a speck of dust on her as he leaped into the scattering fragments when the stained glass shattered, but apparently he had taken several pieces with his own body.

“Shut up. Don’t make a fuss.”

Chezare snapped while pressing the handkerchief Garo had given him to wipe the soot from his face against his wound. The white cloth quickly became soaked with red.

“Does Princess Medeia know? Don’t tell me you didn’t say a word?”

“If you bother me any more, I’ll kick you out of the carriage.”

At Chezare’s sharp rebuke, Garo’s eyes narrowed. Even if the Princess is a lifelong benefactor, our boss is also a precious person destined for the Imperial Throne.

“Well, then you should have at least shown it in front of Valdina’s Emperor or nobles to get some credit—”

“Get out.”

Chezare couldn’t stand it anymore and kicked Garo out. The sound of Garo rolling on the ground and shouting that it was too much could be heard from outside the carriage.

Alone in the carriage, Chezare threw the handkerchief away.

The damp handkerchief stuck to the floor with a wet sound.

“…Damn it.”

His elegant lips slowly cursed.

He never wanted to experience that feeling of his reason snapping again.

“Nothing has changed.”

Neither himself, who pathetically lost his composure.

Nor her, who still walked alone into the fire.

Three years had passed. She was no longer the weak princess of a small kingdom, unwanted by all.

Yet, despite having a reliable brother and a strengthened homeland by her side, she still walked her path alone.

A path that no one could understand, where she didn’t even expect to be understood.

The path where she had to bear the weight of each step entirely alone, the same path he too had walked silently.

Chezare rubbed his parched face. A faint bitter laugh escaped between his straight fingers.

He still couldn’t find an answer for how to define this contradictory emotion he felt whenever he saw her trajectory that resembled his own.

He raised his head.

The smoke rising from the distant temple now had a pale gray tint.

The golden sunset slowly setting devoured the smoke greedily.

* * *

Even as most of the distinguished guests had returned and midnight approached, the temple’s restoration and search operations were in full swing.

“Found him!”

They were able to find Samon, or more precisely, a human figure trapped under the basement floorboards beneath the altar, unconscious.

The rescuer who checked Samon’s breathing by placing his finger under his nose sighed in relief.

“Fortunately, he’s alive! Even after such a collapse! It’s a miracle, the goddess must have helped! Look at this!”

The concave hand portion of the collapsed goddess statue had covered Samon, protecting him from other debris.

However, the problem lay elsewhere.

“Ahhh, move aside! Samon, where is he? Where did you find him?! Sob, my son!”

Hearing the news that her son had been found, Catherine came running. They hesitated and exchanged glances, looking uncertain about how to break the news.

“Well, madam. I think it would be better to call a physician first…”

“What are you talking about? Where is he hurt?! My Samon?! Move aside quickly!”

Catherine pushed past the workers and approached Samon.

“Samon! Mother is here! How difficult it must have been…!”

And then she froze.

One of Samon’s legs, lying there with his eyes closed, was nowhere to be seen.

No, the bloody and dust-covered pieces of flesh scattered around indicated that they had once been part of his body.

“He, he seems to have been right next to the explosion when it happened, so he took the full blast with his whole body, uh, uhh…!”

“Madam! Cat! Pull yourself together!”

Catherine fainted while still standing.

* * *

The Princess’s Palace.

“Your Highness, the workers have found Samon.”

Umberto approached and reported.

“His injuries are so severe that he’s hovering between life and death. One of his legs was blown off by the explosion.”

He sighed as if regretful.

“Still, it’s not serious enough to threaten his life. When the final explosion occurred, a piece of the broken goddess statue got stuck in the ceiling and acted as a protective barrier, blocking the falling debris.”

“Samon is lucky.”

To survive after she had planted explosives in so many layers.

“The Claudio Estate is desperately trying to track down the culprit who took Samon to the basement, or rather, me.”

But Umberto himself had already left the estate early and was now standing before Medeia.

“It’s all futile effort. Even if they find the missing subordinate or butler now, how can they restore a leg that’s already been crushed?”

Umberto smiled wickedly while bowing. The fox badge on his chest gleamed particularly brightly.

Umberto, having successfully completed his assignment after a long time, even seemed energetic.

“Moreover, there are traces at the altar suggesting that Claudio tried to assassinate His Majesty, so they can’t recklessly pin the cause of the explosion on us. They must feel like they’re tied up with ropes, unable to move.”

Kensington added. Medeia nodded.

“Neryl. Send a letter to the 4th Princess in the Eastern Region. She should know what happened to her one and only husband.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Neryl nodded.

Perhaps because the plan hadn’t been completely successful, her expression wasn’t bright.

“That man truly has a long lifeline.”

Medeia agreed.

How coincidental that he preserved his life under the goddess statue. It was almost as if the goddess had protected Samon from Medeia’s assassination attempt.

A light laugh escaped between her beautiful lips.

Yes. Just as the merciful god gave me a second chance, perhaps He was fair to Samon as well.

‘But.’

Medeia raised her head to look at the sky outside the window.

Beneath her expressionless face, she suppressed the trace of fear and anxiety that humans who defy the divine will inevitably feel.

If she was going to stop halfway, she wouldn’t have started from the beginning in the first place.

“It’s fine. Nothing will change.”

Samon would not leave the Strait alive.

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