The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 230

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Part 2, Chapter 77

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The underground basement located at the very bottom of the Golden Tower.

In the deep darkness, black mages gathered in a circle. The walls were filled with damp moisture, and a few candles barely illuminated the interior.

The dim light flowed down over the black robes of the black mages seated at the round table, creating ominous shadows.

The faces of individuals wearing deep hoods were hidden by thick shadows and could not be seen properly.

“So what the hell are we supposed to do!”

They could only be distinguished by their voices.

Thud. The mage sitting on the west side roughly struck the stone table. It was a medium symbolizing the long history of darkness that had existed since the beginning of time.

The old magic circle carved on the table was dark red due to blood that had seeped between fine cracks and scratches.

“I’m sick and tired of those Mage Tower bastards chasing us, and now even the Holy Kingdom has noticed our existence. What if the Holy Knights find our traces!”

Black mages who had been hiding behind the world for over a century.

They gradually built their power with primordial darkness as their origin.

They were cautious, cunning, and at the same time powerful. However, they were not yet complete enough to step out of the shadows.

Recent consecutive failures in their grand plan had put the Golden Tower on high alert.

Starting with the Mage Tower, then the Holy Kingdom, Kazen, and even Valdina were tracking them.

Some knew the purpose of the black mages trying to resurrect primordial darkness in the world, while others pursued them blindly without knowing.

In any case, what was certain was that everyone was desperately trying to hunt them down.

This fact made the black mages anxious.

“If these bastards had united without being wary of each other, we would have been caught long ago!”

The endless confrontations and fierce power struggles between continents had become a lifeline for the black mages.

Moreover, news recently came that even Raju had died. Emperor Kazen’s madness wasn’t new, but they hadn’t expected the results to change so drastically like flipping a palm.

“What the hell is going on…”

The 1st Prince’s rampage and intervention that suddenly appeared at the scene targeting Medeia. The Former Emperor’s report that was suddenly revealed and Raju’s execution.

And even the return of Eratosthe, the former empress’s father and renowned scholar.

The black mages were bewildered by the unprecedented changes in the Kazen Imperial Capital.

“We should have awakened the Saint in Kazen as originally planned. Not in Valdina.”

The stage where the Saint would appear, which would be the first beginning of the grand plan, was originally supposed to be the Kazen Empire.

The most prosperous nation in terms of power, and therefore the only empire whose aftermath would inevitably affect the entire continent.

For this purpose, they first targeted the 1st Prince who would be the greatest obstacle.

According to their plan, Kazen should have been in chaos by now due to losing the 1st Prince, monster waves erupting everywhere, and an emperor driven mad by madness.

However, incredibly, the 1st Prince had returned alive.

The black mages couldn’t figure out how he had escaped the primordial curse.

They could only speculate from circumstances that there might be some answer in Valdina.

They had always led the disturbances that shook peace, but this time they felt like they were being dragged along in this huge whirlpool.

Somehow they couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being swept up in it.

“In Valdina too, the Princess continues to be a variable. If it weren’t for that bitch, things wouldn’t have gone this wrong.”

Everyone agreed with the black mage sitting in the north seat’s point.

Princess Medeia was at the center of all their failures in Valdina. Quite coincidentally indeed.

“Indeed, as the incarnation of Venus, she interferes with us at every turn. Even now, it would be better to eliminate her—”

“Say something that makes sense. Didn’t you hear that the Emperor of Kazen became the Princess’s guardian? Do you know what that means?! How could we handle the repercussions if we eliminate her recklessly?”

“Then are we going to keep carrying that variable with us? Because of that bitch, we have to completely rewrite our grand plan!”

As the argument intensified, the discord among the black mages grew larger.

In the gloomy darkness of the Golden Tower that weighed on their shoulders, they glared at each other.

Desperation and crisis awareness heightened their tension, but none of them had proper confidence.

“Don’t be so anxious.”

At that moment, the underground door slowly opened and a gentle voice echoed.

Soft light seeping through the gap pushed away the interior darkness as Saint Rachel entered.

Instantly, the black mages were speechless at the feeling that the damp interior seemed to clear up.

‘When did this bitch grow so much…?’

When they first sent her to Valdina, Rachel was merely a puppet of the black mages.

Her narrow vision and impatient nature could barely be hidden through training.

However, perhaps her eyes had opened while being treated as a Saint and competing with the real incarnation of Venus.

Rachel’s calm presence now overwhelmed even them. The members of the Golden Tower had no choice but to pay attention to her.

“Since the beginning and end of the problem stems from the Princess of Valdina, it ultimately comes down to her.”

The gently flickering candlelight cast faint shadows over Rachel’s face.

Her white and soft face formed a stark contrast with the underground darkness.

That pure white benevolence had something that made them believe in her holiness even though they knew it was fake they had created.

It seemed natural that the entire Holy Kingdom had been completely deceived.

“I’ll step forward and try.”

“Even after losing all the cards you were given, you still have something to say.”

The black mage sitting in the center pointed out that Rachel had already failed miserably in her petty attempts to target Medeia.

“Oh my, how unfair. If you think about it, all those trivial schemes came from your heads, didn’t they? This is the first time I’m moving directly.”

However, Rachel’s face showed no sign of impatience.

Whether this was because she was truly calm or because she was trying to imitate someone who always maintained composure was unclear.

“Do you have something else in mind?”

“How could magic or brainwashing be the only ways to shake people’s beliefs?”

She smiled slightly at the central black mage’s question.

“Medeia has been revered as a noble hero who serves her country. But the more the people believe she’s perfect, the greater their sense of betrayal will be when they learn the truth. When faith crumbles, people will turn their backs on their own.”

“More specifically.”

“Medeia was called a cursed child at first, wasn’t she?”

“…”

“Now everyone seems to have forgotten that, so we need to help them remember. That the curse that devoured her parents is now trying to harm even her brother, the Emperor.”

Rachel raised her index finger to point at the sky, then turned direction to point at the stone table.

“With the voice of God that everyone knows.”

Divine judgment.

If that existed, it could shake people’s absolute faith in the Princess.

“We still have one living card left.”

The only remaining bloodline of the rebels, Samon Claudio.

“He’s already lost public support. No one will believe his words.”

“It doesn’t matter. We just need a trigger to change the tide.”

Rachel smiled broadly.

Her calm smile had somehow come to resemble Medeia’s.

“If we can’t eliminate Medeia, I’ll destroy her world.”

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