The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 205

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Part 2, Chapter 52

From the man who had grabbed Jared’s massive frame with one hand and mercilessly hurled him against the statue, condensed heat radiated.

“You, bastard…!”

Jared froze upon confirming the silver mask.

‘Why is Facade here of all places…!’

He was certain this man hadn’t accompanied them on this strait expedition…!

Just as he thought this, Jared was grabbed and thrown once again by the man without a chance to resist.

“Urgh-!”

Thud-!

A heavy sound incomparable to before erupted from Jared as he collided with the stone wall. Cracks spread across the stone wall.

The man immediately turned around.

Medeia watched the man walking toward her.

Desolate air. Cold wind. A hazy gray backdrop.

Only he seemed like the sole existence with color there.

Behind the approaching man, blazing flames seemed visible.

She was dazed. Medeia stared at him blankly until he knelt and bowed his head to examine her.

“Medeia.”

The man’s chest rose and fell violently. His pale blue killing intent was vividly tangible.

From somewhere, the sound of grinding teeth could almost be heard.

He wrapped Medeia’s hands with both of his.

When his gaze turned fierce as he looked down at her hands cut here and there from gripping the fragments.

“You, you bastard-!”

Jared’s sword thrust toward his back.

Instead of dodging, Chezare drew his sword and deflected Jared’s blade head-on.

And immediately pressed his attack. To prevent Jared from approaching Medeia any further.

“I’ll kill you. Akaress, I’m different now from what you knew back then!”

Jared shouted as he charged at Chezare.

Blood flowing from his half-broken head after hitting the stone wall entered one eye, making him look even more wretched.

Jared’s boast wasn’t false.

His sword cut and shattered everything around where it passed.

However, even with the troll’s power, Jared couldn’t handle Chezare’s current fury.

Clang-!

Jared dropped his sword. Clutching his severed wrist, he howled.

“Aaaaah-! Why, whyyyy!”

They had preached the omnipotence of black magic. But why couldn’t he still surpass that bastard!

The Mercenary of Facade, who had seemed like a massive wall, now appeared like pitch-black waves that would swallow everything.

Chezare’s sword still didn’t stop.

“Gah-!”

With a flash of light, Jared dropped to his knees with a thud. Both leg tendons had been severed.

His left shoulder was pierced by Medeia’s dagger, his right wrist cut by the mercenary.

Now that his legs were cut too, next would be his neck.

But instead of slashing his throat, Chezare grabbed him by the nape.

A long trail of blood remained behind Jared as he was dragged like a dog by his neck.

“Why, why…?”

Aren’t you killing me? Fear suddenly filled Jared’s eyes.

He only realized the reason when the Mercenary of Facade threw him before Medeia.

“Dea.”

A sunken voice, yet barely containing affection, called Medeia’s name.

That was all it took.

“…”

The atmosphere changed.

Jared realized his intention. This was a moment of revenge the mercenary was personally gifting to the Princess.

“You, you bastaaaard!”

“Shh.”

As if soothing a child, yet as if annoyed by the noise, a rough hand carelessly stuffed cloth into Jared’s mouth.

Just as he had tried to overpower Medeia using the black mages’ power, Jared should have known the reverse was equally possible.

That the fate of cat and mouse was always ready to flip.

“…”

The Princess seemed to realize this fact as well.

The mercenary’s large, firm hand covered her pale one. A short sword was now gripped in Medeia’s hand.

The same mithril dagger that had failed to slash Jared’s throat moments before.

“Mmph!”

“It’s okay. Do as you wish.”

It was unclear who the mercenary’s words were directed toward.

“No, no… (Don’t…)”

Medeia stood before Jared.

Though she had returned against the flow of one lifetime, some things remained unchanged.

Like Jason who couldn’t let go of his ambition for the throne, Jared who had harbored lustful thoughts toward her was the same.

“You… won’t stop, will you?”

“Mmmmph!”

“Jared.”

Though he struggled, caught between Medeia in front and the mercenary behind, he couldn’t move an inch.

Her green eyes deepened.

“Neither will I.”

Crunch.

Contrary to her flat, toneless voice, the sharp blade pierced through flesh.

Splash- Red droplets of blood splattered onto her dress.

No emotion could be read from her deepening green eyes.

Until just moments ago, Jared had wanted to see those eyes break and bend.

Not for those firm eyes to be dyed with clear joy as they stabbed a blade into him!

“Princess, if your affair with the Duke was enjoyable, how about this guy? Just between us, without your husband knowing, hmm?”

“What would happen if I left here? Who would try to slay the evil dragon for you all?”

“Mmph-!”

“Actually… I wanted to do this back then too.”

Medeia’s murmur echoed over Jared’s groans.

“Mommy, waaaaah-!”

“Lian-!”

To you who harassed me, who threatened my child.

Not some poison that would end in an instant, but I wanted to carve your flesh with my own hands and thrust it into your heart like this.

“Mph, please spare… (Please spare me…)”

The red eyes gradually filling with terror felt both unfamiliar and welcome.

Yes, perhaps this is what I wanted to see.

This moment when Jared’s red eyes filled completely with the despair of a powerless weakling.

Just as I had been. Just as Medeia had wished back then.

This strange joy, base as it was, could only be explained that way.

“I will never… become weak again.”

She muttered.

“I will never… let you people take anything from me again.”

The smell of blood leaked through her clenched teeth.

Her gradually deepening green eyes now appeared almost black.

“That’s enough.”

A gentle voice accompanied a firm hand that covered Medeia’s vision.

“You don’t need to be responsible for the end.”

At that touch, Medeia’s mind, which had been heightened with excitement, instantly calmed down.

“…I, I…”

Even at her stammering words, a low voice gently tickled her ear.

“It’s okay. Just close your eyes for a moment.”

He took the dagger from Medeia’s hand.

Drip. Drip. The falling droplets of blood splattered onto her dress.

“Wait here.”

“No.”

The moment he whispered low and tried to rise, Medeia urgently grabbed his sleeve.

“…The Emperor hasn’t stripped him of his title yet. Do you intend to create a weakness by becoming a prince who killed his own country’s general?”

At those words, the mercenary hesitated.

He who had stiffened in great surprise soon burst into a hollow laugh.

“When did you notice?”

That the Mercenary of Facade was Chezare, the 1st Prince of Kazen?

“…When you saved me from the explosion.”

Every time she met those vivid golden eyes, she had felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu little by little, but it was then that she became certain they were the same person.

Especially now when the power struggle between Perdickas II and the 1st Prince was at its peak, his murder would become shackles binding the Crown Prince’s Faction.

Knowing this well, Medeia had no choice but to stop Akaress, no, Chezare.

“Medeia, you always exceed my expectations.”

With a faint smile, the sound of a mask being thrown to the floor echoed through the desolate chapel.

“Then you must also remember what I said.”

His revealed golden eyes were gleaming with some burning emotion. He gently stroked her small cheek with his thumb.

“I am yours. So feel free to make use of me.”

“…”

“Your finest sword.”

He slowly approached and pressed his lips against Medeia’s forehead. A warmth like a brand spread out.

Medeia did not push him away.

Though strangely breathless as if caught in a snake’s coils, she could not escape from the warmth that perfectly embraced her.

“Wait here, okay?”

You can do that, right?

At the question delivered while gently closing his eyes, Medeia nodded as if entranced.

The man who briefly held Medeia’s still slightly trembling hands as if to reassure her slowly rose to his feet.

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