The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 204

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Part 2, Chapter 51

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Thud. Clatter. At the sensation of landing somewhere, Medeia opened her eyes. 

“Get out.” 

Medeia was dragged along by Jared with both arms bound. 

In the dark forest, she could see a small chapel hidden among the giant trees. 

Sharp wind echoing eerily through the trees struck Medeia’s ears.

Creak. The chapel’s double doors swung wide open. Jared strode boldly into the interior that exuded an ominous atmosphere. 

Dim light barely illuminated by candles and faded red carpet greeted her. 

The chapel’s ceiling was made of old, cracked stone. Below it hung faded banners painted with the symbols of the Holy Kingdom. 

In the center stood a marble altar, atop which sat a small goddess statue that barely seemed to fit and an old chalice.

Beside the altar, an old priest was waiting. 

His faded eyes, as if half-mad with fear, wouldn’t even look at Medeia. 

Before the priest lay a quill pen and inkwell for writing marriage vows. Next to them, two golden rings were prepared.

“Looking good. I’ll give you credit for your beauty at least.”

As Jared forcibly placed a veil over Medeia’s head, she let out a hollow laugh. 

“All the filthy, lowly, and despicable things in this world are being done by you.” 

“My, such language toward your husband. Once we’re married, I’ll have to fix that mouth of yours first.” 

“I suppose it can’t be helped when you’ve grown up wallowing in such things. Born as a lowly servant, you’re destined to be used by others your whole life.” 

At Medeia’s calm observation, Jared’s confident face contorted. 

“Shut up.”

“Last time you fell for the 4th Princess and lost your hand and sword, so what will you lose this time? Jared, are you confident you can handle it?” 

“I told you to shut up!”

Provoked by Medeia, Jared couldn’t contain his anger and raised his hand.

But then he caught his breath and suppressed his rage.

“No, this won’t do. I need to keep my head. It’s not like I have to deal with you right now.” 

The wedding would be simple and quick, and the princess before him would have no choice but to submit to this entire situation.

Thanks to the magic circle with untraceable magic cast on it, it would take quite a while to find this place. By then, the marriage contract would already be signed.

“Once the vows are finished, you’ll belong to me. That proud Princess of Valdina! You’ll become the wife of this lowly worm and help your husband’s comeback.” 

In Jared’s eyes, he could already see a brilliant future shining on this faded red carpet. 

By trampling on that woman, he would reclaim the glory he had lost.

The once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to satisfy both revenge and ambition had finally come to Jared.

“Even though you were in that high position, from now on you’ll be beneath my feet. Even if you despair and struggle, you’ll have no choice but to accept me.” 

He never expected things to flow this smoothly. Without their help, he wouldn’t have made it this far. 

Jared was extremely satisfied with the current situation. 

So he even felt generous enough to add his own touch of romance.

“Princess, I could have just trampled you as you are. But I’m treating you properly by following the formalities, aren’t I? So you should be grateful.” 

The wedding preparations were complete, and the princess couldn’t escape. 

However, that firm gaze that remained unbroken even though the situation had reached its end was irritating.

A cruel and powerful urge to break the woman enveloped him. But.

‘Huu. Not yet.’

Jared swallowed and whispered to himself. 

“Begin.” 

When Jared didn’t easily fall for her provocation, Medeia clicked her tongue softly inside.

The more he maintained his reason, the lower her chances of escape would become.

Medeia’s green eyes quickly scanned the interior of the chapel.

Passing over two high windows that seemed difficult to approach, her gaze briefly lingered on an old wooden door positioned on the left wall of the chapel before disappearing.

“Princess. I’ll give you a lifetime of married life more ecstatic than death.” 

Clatter, clatter. 

Meanwhile, Jared took the two golden rings in his hand and rolled them. They made a sound like chains clashing.

He smiled sinisterly. 

“On, on this quiet night… We, we are here to unite these two people under God’s blessing.” 

The priest trembled as he placed his hand over the golden scripture. 

He seemed unconcerned with the contradiction of a forced marriage that looked nothing like a blessing.

“We, we certify in this chapel that these people have been united as one body and one soul… This covenant promised under the Goddess is… in, inviolable, and no one can tear it apart.” 

The longer the priest spoke, the more Jared’s smile rose without limit. 

‘There’s a reason I specifically sought out a chapel.’

Vows sworn under the Goddess are considered sacred and inviolable on the continent. 

If the princess’s brother tries to annul this marriage, he’ll have to deal with the Old Church and millions of believers before dealing with Jared.

“When this wedding… is finished, these two pe, people will be husband and wife forever. No one can br, break this sacred union.” 

The priest took a deep breath to suppress his fear and spoke while trembling. His gaze remained fixed on the scripture.

“Now, you, you two must exchange rings.” 

“Oh, of course.” 

Jared giggled as he put on the ring, showing it off in front of Medeia.

“Wife, I’ll treat you very well.” 

And he put it on his right hand, the one with the transplanted troll finger. 

He wanted to see the princess’s eyes fill with despair at having to accept as her husband the owner of this horrific hand.

Even the priest turned his head away, unable to look at the nauseating hand any longer. 

But Medeia simply stared at him with cold eyes.

“Your turn. Ah. You’re in such a state, I’ll untie you.” 

The moment Jared untied the rope binding Medeia to put the ring on her finger.

Stab-!

“You crazy bitch-!” 

The dagger from Medeia’s bosom pierced through Jared’s shoulder. 

At the same time, she kicked off from the altar and the goddess statue she kicked struck the priest’s head.

“Ugh-!” 

The goddess statue shattered into pieces as the priest collapsed, bleeding.

Medeia was already running toward the wooden door. The dagger had aimed for Jared’s heart, but because he twisted his body at the last moment, it only pierced his shoulder.

‘Just a little more-‘

The moment Medeia was about to kick through the wooden door. An tremendous force grabbed her by the nape and struck her down.

Medeia crashed into the chapel wall and collapsed.

It was a shock that left her dazed for a moment.

“I, must, have, lost, my, mind, showing, courtesy, to, a, bitch, like, you…” 

Jared, furious to the top of his head, approached while grinding his teeth. He pulled out the silver dagger embedded in his shoulder and threw it on the floor.

The priest who should have completed the vows was unconscious from the head injury, and his left shoulder pierced by mithril seemed to scream in pain.

“Right. I, briefly, forgot what a vicious bitch you were. Rings and whatever, we just need to get married. It was unnecessary consideration. Right?” 

Jared’s shadow, filled with venom, stretched long.

It was a large and overwhelming shadow, enough to cover Medeia completely.

No sound could be heard from outside. It seemed Neryl and the Agema hadn’t discovered this location yet.

In the chapel, there were only her and Jared.

Medeia caught her breath.

‘Stay calm. Don’t waver.’

I knew that someday there would come a day when things wouldn’t go according to my plans. 

That God wouldn’t always be on my side-

Looking at the broken goddess statue on the floor, she bit her lip. 

She had no intention of giving in like this. 

Medeia groped around her. She caught hold of a fragment of the goddess statue that had flown to where she was.

The sharp edge of the broken piece cut her flesh, but Medeia didn’t stop. 

Her hands kept slipping due to liquid that could have been sweat or blood. 

“Stop.” 

The moment Jared approached menacingly, Medeia pressed the sharp fragment against her own neck.

“One more step, and I die.”

“Stop talking nonsense-“

When he took a step forward, Medeia pressed the broken shard deeper into her skin.

“Do you think you could negotiate with Peleus even with my corpse?”

A single stream of hot blood flowing down her white neck looked even more vivid due to the stark contrast of colors.

Her green eyes showed no wavering.

Even when hearing the marriage vows earlier, and even now when cornered in a dead-end alley without any hope, that Princess did not break.

Now beyond stubbornness, even anger arose. Jared ground his teeth.

“Vicious woman. I’ve traveled across continents and faced all kinds of life and death situations, but I’ve never seen anything like you.”

Then soon after, as if thinking of something, his eyes took on a cruel glint.

Right. If she won’t break, I’ll have to break her myself.

“Fine. You’re supposedly a Princess of the Empire, so I should prepare for the worst too. Let’s see who wins.”

He no longer showed any hesitation.

Medeia tensed her entire body, trying not to collapse as Jared approached her.

She struggled to move somehow, holding her dizzy head from the physical impact.

Don’t give up. Think. What options do I have left? Where did I put the poison? What was his weakness?

Medeia, think. How can I kill him and get out of here-

Screeeech-!

At that moment, with an ear-splitting sound, the chapel door was blown away. The faded iron door flew like a whirlwind and struck Jared.

“What the-!”

Before Jared, hit by the iron door, could even widen his eyes.

Crash-!

Someone who had walked in with large strides grabbed him by the collar and threw him.

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