The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 206

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Part 2, Chapter 53

Jared’s pained groans seeping through the cloth bundle caught Medeia’s ears.

Scrape. Scrape.

The sound of a heavy object being dragged across the floor echoed.

Medeia squeezed her eyes shut tighter. Like a child trying to faithfully keep his words.

“Kugh, kughhhh.”

Even when a cracking sound echoed from behind the altar, when Jared’s groans could no longer be heard.

Thud.

Even when a collapsing body hit something somewhere.

“…”

Soon, complete silence descended.

Medeia opened her eyes. Then she lowered her head and quietly gazed at her own hands.

As if confirming the last traces of a human being still remaining on her hands.

Step. Step.

The footsteps approaching Medeia stopped.

“…Damn.”

Along with a dismayed voice, the acrid scent of blood brushed her nose.

Medeia could see him completely soaked in red. He too seemed to have noticed his own state.

“Wait a moment.”

Chezare turned around.

Step. Step. Creak.

He disappeared behind a small door attached to the chapel.

“Ahhhhh! Uahhhhh!”

The priest who had lost consciousness woke up and let out screams. Terror-filled shouts echoed loudly through the chapel.

“Over here! I heard it from here!”

Patter patter. Someone’s footsteps caught her attention again. She could feel urgency and impatience.

“Huff, huff… De, dead! Dead! Uahhhhhh!”

Medeia blankly listened to the terrified priest’s hysterical screams.

Through her faded vision, Jared’s corpse became increasingly clear.

The red marsh spread around him.

Lying on the altar where he had tried to pledge marriage with Medeia, eyes closed with hands folded, he looked like a repentant saint.

He was really, truly dead.

“Medeia.”

Then, she looked up at the hand grasping her arm.

It was Jason, covered in cold sweat.

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Jason ran through the deep forest.

‘I hope I’m not too late, please, please…’

He hadn’t expected Jared to arbitrarily change the magic circle’s coordinates.

The surveillance he had placed on her had also become useless. Peleus and the Agema were also busy tracking the magic circle.

If Jason hadn’t held a sword to a high-ranking black mage and threatened him, he too wouldn’t have arrived in time.

However, when he entered the chapel a step too late, Jason couldn’t help but grimace.

The candles lighting the chapel. The torn veil. The dazed priest.

“This crazy bastard…”

Because he realized what Jared’s purpose was.

He had dared to try to force marriage with Medeia.

That pathetic fool who couldn’t even reach her toes, daring to touch the noble woman that even Jason himself couldn’t lay a finger on.

Murderous intent toward Jared surged. Jason gripped his sword tighter.

Since three years ago, he had never neglected training for a single day. So he would definitely slaughter that bastard-

“…Princess.”

Jason, who was about to head toward the altar, discovered the pale Medeia and ran to her.

He swore that short distance had never felt so long in Jason’s entire life.

“Medeia.”

She’s alive. She’s safe. Relief was the first thing to embrace Jason.

Thank you, God. He muttered without realizing it.

“…”

The arm he grasped was too cold. His heart sank.

“Are you alright? Do you recognize me?”

Medeia’s reaction was slow, as if she was out of her mind. It was a sight Jason had never seen before.

Seeing those green eyes blankly staring at Jared as if she couldn’t hear his voice made his heart ache as if pierced.

Soon Jason’s eyes took in Medeia’s wounds and blood-soaked dress, and then the closed-eyed Jared.

‘Oh no. I’m too late.’

Jason grimaced seeing the torn marriage contract and the scattered golden ring.

“…I’ll, I’ll cover this up.”

At the same time, his reason spoke.

Now. The opportunity to keep this unreachable woman by his side had come.

“Medeia, choose me. Then I’ll save you from this marriage.”

The green eyes slowly moved to look at Jason. He spoke with emphasis once more.

“Uncle won’t just let this slide. He’ll make you pay the price. Are you saying you’ll be bound to a bastard like Jared for life?”

“…”

“I’ll protect you. From Uncle, from anyone, if only you choose me-.”

“Jason.”

The name rolling in that mouth was sweet.

“Your words always come with conditions.”

It was a calm and cool voice.

The voice that had always rejected and pushed him away, completely unchanged even in this cornered situation.

Jason’s handsome face contorted as he read the meaning embedded in that voice.

“Do you hate me that much? Am I more disgusting than that filthy bastard?”

“…”

“Say it’s not true, Medeia. You don’t know how I got here-.”

She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know why he’s here after betraying even the remaining black mages.

“With just you, I can endure everything. I’ll cover up Jared’s matter too-.”

“No need to bargain, Jason.”

Then, a man walked out, pulling back the curtain.

Golden eyes flashed on a clean face that didn’t match the bloody marsh.

A sculpture-like face with blood drops neatly wiped away and a front that had darkened as if wet.

Below the sharp jawline, a bloodstain that seemed not yet wiped away created sharpness.

“I did that.”

The arrogant handsome man looked down at Jason and gestured toward the altar with his chin. His unwavering nobility somehow resembled someone.

“You…”

Jason opened his mouth in shock.

He couldn’t understand why Chezare was here, or Chezare’s words claiming he did it.

No, his mind seemed to refuse to comprehend.

“Brother, if you wanted to force a sale, you should have first confirmed who the owner of the goods was.”

As soon as Chezare finished speaking, the chapel became chaotic.

“Your Highness! Princess!”

Behind the people running toward her, she could see the corpses piled outside the chapel.

“Dea!”

It was Peleus.

Her brother’s embrace as he held her tightly was warm. But the faint scent of blood wouldn’t fade.

“I thought I was going to lose you again. I thought I was going to lose you too.”

Medeia read the despair that Peleus must have felt from his heaving chest.

“Your Majesty, there was an attack on the way here… I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Your Majesty…”

Neryl’s arm, as she repeatedly apologized, was stained with blood.

Raju’s backers who had prepared the trap were not to be taken lightly.

Taking advantage of the moment when Peleus’s attention was focused on finding his sister, they had even prepared assassins.

Each one used extraordinary black magic, so dealing with them delayed the time needed to track Medeia’s whereabouts.

But it wasn’t only the Valdina Imperial Court that had found the chapel.

“He’s dead.”

The head servant of Perdickas II, who had confirmed the corpse, wiped both hands on a white handkerchief.

Then he looked back and forth between Jason and Chezare, who stood as if nailed in place.

“Your Highnesses—”

“Head Servant. There’s no need for that. I killed him.”

Medeia raised her head to look at Chezare.

The old head servant, who had been the only one maintaining composure throughout this commotion, showed an expression of doubting his ears for the first time.

“Your Highness, the First Prince. Are you confessing right now that you murdered General Jared?”

“That’s right.”

No hesitation could be felt from him as he answered clearly.

“I killed him. You know it too, don’t you? How much that bastard irritated me.”

“…Your Highness.”

The head servant was left speechless by his nonchalance.

He let out a sigh.

The Valdina Imperial Court was also present here. If only the First Prince hadn’t confessed, they could have somehow covered it up…

The matter had grown too big. Now it had truly left his hands.

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