The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 193

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Part 2, Chapter 40

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‘Our Highness never lets her guard down.’

After finishing his report and leaving the Princess’s Palace, Kensington inwardly admired his master who calmly made her next move.

How would the 4th Princess, who usually hated her husband to death, react to Samon’s misfortune?

He was amazed by the precision with which she drove Samon’s body and mind step by step toward the cliff.

“Lord Kensington. I am afraid.”

At that moment, Neryl, who was walking beside Kensington, suddenly spoke.

“Of what?”

“I am afraid of Princess.”

Kensington, who didn’t understand Neryl’s words, stopped walking.

“Valdina is no longer the small nation it once was. Rather, it’s now becoming strong enough to threaten Kazen, yet Princess still won’t stop consuming herself.”

Today was the same. Medeia had ordered her to stay by Peleus’s side.

“You’re the only one I can trust. Neryl, you can do that for me, right?”

“Don’t worry about me. If everything goes according to plan, nothing will happen to us.”

Neryl knew this was both for Peleus’s safety and to prevent his interference.

But even with all preparations made, unexpected situations always arise.

Neryl flinched.

The scene of broken stained glass fragments bursting toward Medeia was still vivid in her mind.

Living as a knight, she had experienced firsthand that life and death are always decided in a split second.

“Princess is not a god. Someday it might become irreversible.”

“…”

“But no one can stop her. How could we dare?”

We can’t even reach the scope of her vision.

Neryl bit her lips. Kensington patted her shoulder.

He understood both Neryl and the Princess.

“Not all of Princess’s decisions can be understood with our minds. We wouldn’t dare want to stop her steps either. I understand your anguish.”

“…”

“All we can do is give our utmost best to protect Princess somehow. While repeating these worries and anxieties.”

“…Yes.”

Neryl nodded.

“Someday there will come a day when we’ll smile and remember today as a fleeting worry.”

“…I hope so.”

Leaving their deepening worries behind, the sound of footsteps faded away again.

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Several days had passed since the Temple of Elamouz exploded on the first day of the Continental Conference.

At the site where the temple was destroyed, an investigation team was launched to determine the detailed circumstances.

“To blow up a temple, this must be the work of heretics trying to oppress our old religion. You all, what are you doing, don’t miss a single clue!”

Priests from the Holy Kingdom, including Paollo, were also involved.

While Samon was hovering between life and death, the investigation team combed through the scene like hunting lice.

And they discovered it.

“A large amount of gunpowder was hidden in the basement under the altar. Right where His Majesty the Emperor was performing the ceremony.”

“Someone tried to assassinate His Majesty.”

The investigation team soon transformed into a search party looking for the would-be assassin of the Emperor.

For the Claudio side, it was maddening.

Instead of receiving compensation for their son being involved, they were about to be caught red-handed.

Moreover, Samon’s injuries were too severe.

Despite the desperate efforts of the Claudio Family, no skilled physician could revive Samon’s leg.

“This is… hopeless. Just focus on rehabilitation.”

Even the Divine Healer that Raju secretly brought back to the Kazen Empire shook his head.

“Saint, please help our son, please bestow the goddess’s miracle upon Samon!”

“How dare you carelessly speak our Saint’s name, get away from here!”

Finally, Catherine even sought out Saint Rachel, but was rejected without even seeing her face.

The holy water they barely managed to gather also failed to show any effect.

Creating a new leg to replace one already severed was impossible even in the history of the Holy Kingdom.

How many thousands of people had gathered that night at St. Augustine?

The news that Samon Claudio had lost one leg spread throughout the world.

“It’s unfortunate, but since it’s Claudio, I can’t help but think he got what he deserved!”

A heavily drunk man waved his beer mug as if raising a toast.

“Why not! What was he doing there anyway? Why was he alone gloomily under the altar during a festival when everyone was busy having fun?”

“Exactly. Wasn’t he plotting something? There was gunpowder hidden where he was. He was trying to blow it up on His Majesty but got caught in it himself!”

The spark of suspicion that Medeia had ignited and spread through the Red Foxes’ mouths also steadily grew.

“Aha! Then the goddess knew beforehand and punished him!”

“The goddess is protecting Valdina’s Emperor. It means no wicked bastards can harm His Majesty!”

“Hahaha, if Samon Claudio had known that, he would have kept his limbs!”

“One leg is in that state, I wonder if his middle leg is still intact!”

Praise for Peleus and mockery of Claudio were inversely proportional.

“Why, why did it turn out like this!”

Just like when Minister Etienne’s children were crushed, Hoakin felt like going crazy at the public opinion that bounced in completely unexpected directions.

He seemed to have aged decades overnight.

“Aaaah! Medeiaaaa!”

Then, an ear-splitting scream was heard. It was coming from Samon’s room.

“What’s wrong! Are you crazy?”

Pushing through the bewildered servants, Hoakin found his wife throwing everything in sight like a madwoman.

“Then how could I not go crazy? Medeia, that girl is humiliating me, our Samon like this!”

Catherine’s flushed face looked ready to explode at any moment.

“What do you mean-“

Hoakin stopped when he saw the flower basket scattered on the floor. Beside it were medicine bottles that looked like holy water, broken everywhere.

“Look! Look with your own eyes!”

He picked up the gold-leafed card his wife thrust at him.

[The righteous are embraced by God’s arms and the wicked receive God’s hammer. I hope brother Samon recovers quickly with the goddess’s blessing.]

The short card had no name written on it.

But it wasn’t difficult to guess who owned the neat handwriting, or who could afford to generously bestow holy water for mocking someone.

“Medeia, did that girl come and go?”

“Can’t you tell even after seeing it with your own eyes! Sob! That girl, to Samon, sob!”

Catherine exploded again and collapsed over her unconscious son, crying.

Hoakin crumpled the card.

The girl who wouldn’t even show her nose when they begged and pleaded now comes personally when Samon is in this state?

What else could it be but to mock them!

“This, this insolent…”

Hoakin’s eyes, red with rage like his wife’s, spotted a carriage parked in the manor’s courtyard.

And the moment he discovered the Valdina royal crest drawn on the carriage, fire flashed in Hoakin’s eyes.

“Stop there! Stop right there!”

When Hoakin rushed out like a fire-breathing dragon, Medeia was just about to board the carriage.

“Medeia, you girl who will fall to hell!”

And he threw the crumpled card at her.

He threw it so hard that the rolled-up card hit the hem of Medeia’s dress and fell.

Swish.

When Neryl silently tried to draw her sword, a white hand patted Neryl’s forearm as if to calm her.

And she bowed toward Hoakin.

“How disappointing, Uncle. Even if not words of gratitude, I never expected you to distort my goodwill like this.”

Eyebrows drooped as if regretful. A delicate voice, friendly tone. It was no different from the Medeia of old.

Just like when she had deceived Hoakin by pretending to be a powerless half-princess!

“It’s you. This is your doing, Medeia!”

Hoakin, who had lost his title and power after being deceived by her, instinctively realized it.

Though he didn’t know the detailed reasons or the full story, he could be certain that Medeia was behind this incident.

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