The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 234

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Part 2, Chapter 81

“Aaahhh!”

Even after venting his anger on the loyal subordinate who had faithfully stayed by his side, Samon still couldn’t contain his rage. The more he thought about it, the more his teeth ground together.

“Virna, that stupid bitch! If she was going to set fires, she shouldn’t have burned her own things too!”

Most of the hardships he was experiencing now were problems that could have been solved with Raju’s power or money, if he had been alive.

“I’m sorry, master. The port cost repayment date is approaching… what should we do?”

The most urgent matter was the port and shipping costs for transporting and storing smuggled goods.

Since smuggling was illegal, precise withdrawal of funds was truly important. A really ‘troublesome’ situation would unfold.

The amounts written on the bills that flew in day after day only grew larger. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like he was slowly falling off a cliff.

With Samon’s resources, he couldn’t see any way to escape this situation.

“I’m sorry. Currently, additional funding is impossible.”

He had even visited the notorious loan sharks, but today too he had been coldly rejected.

No one wanted to extend a hand to Samon Claudio, whose downfall was predetermined.

As Samon was leaving the shop, he stumbled and fell with a crash.

One of the legs of the crutch he dropped broke and bounced across the floor.

“Damn it all!”

At that moment, Samon’s temper, which he had been trying to suppress, exploded.

His eyes, filled with hatred, burned bright red as if bloody tears would flow.

“…If only my legs were intact!”

He felt blocked on all sides, with everything tangled up. No matter where he went, he couldn’t see an escape route.

His money was dwindling, people were leaving, and even his body wasn’t whole.

If his legs had been intact, he would have run around everywhere, using his wits to find a way to overcome this situation, but since he couldn’t even do that, his motivation was gradually disappearing.

Samon raised his head.

He ground his teeth while looking at Valdina’s Palace hanging on the tower. Yet he despaired that he couldn’t immediately return this vivid malice.

Then, someone picked up the crutch that Samon had thrown far away.

“Here.”

A cream-colored robe rippled in Samon’s field of vision.

“You are…”

Samon’s eyes widened as he recognized the owner of the robe.

“Aren’t you the Saint?”

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A little while later.

Samon never thought the day would come when he would have a private audience with the Saint. Nor the purpose of what she would say to him.

“Unbelievable. To accuse Medeia…”

Samon’s murky blue eyes rolled around.

“Why would you, a Saint, make such a proposal?”

“Well. You’re not in a position to be picky about such things, are you?”

A subtle mockery crept into the Saint’s beautiful smile.

“The current Medeia is untouchable by anyone. She’s like a sanctuary, and that’s a challenge to me, who is both divine and a messenger of god.”

As the conversation continued, Samon realized that the Saint, or rather, this woman called the Saint, was not as virtuous or noble as the world claimed.

Even someone called a messenger of the Goddess had such ugly true intentions.

‘Right, when we first set foot in this strait, the Saint helped us too.’

At the time, he thought it was just coincidence, but it turned out it was to attack Medeia.

“So, if I move according to your words, what benefit do I get?”

Samon crossed his arms.

“What good does it do me to bring down Medeia?”

“I thought you hated her too. Wasn’t that the case?”

“Yes. I hate her, I despise her. So much that I imagine tearing that bitch apart every single day. But so what?”

Even fools can learn.

He looked down at his prosthetic leg with hateful eyes.

“My parents are all dead, and most importantly, with this useless leg, nothing is possible. So how am I supposed to face that Medeia, Valdina?”

His physical disability had forcibly broken even Samon’s once intense ambition and desire for revenge.

Interest flickered in Rachel’s eyes.

“What if that leg could be restored?”

“Hah. Ridiculous. How could you do what even your precious divine power said was impossible?”

Samon immediately retorted.

“Don’t try to deceive me with lies just to drag me in.”

“The Goddess’s omnipotence isn’t limited to just holy power.”

Rachel let out a small snort.

“I know the hidden side of miracles that ignorant fools can’t even dare to imagine. If you can’t believe it, I’ll show you directly.”

The mocking laughter that didn’t hide her derision touched Samon’s pride.

A moment later, Samon was blindfolded and tapping on the table.

Since he couldn’t see, he felt somewhat anxious not knowing what the other person was doing.

“What exactly are you trying to show me with all this grand preparation- Gah!”

Then, a burning pain like being scorched by fire arose in his leg. At the same time, a fishy smell like blood stung his nose.

Samon thought it was the smell of his own flesh burning, that they had blindfolded him and set fire to his injured leg.

“Are you insane?!”

Furious to the top of his head, Samon tore off the blindfold and threw it away.

“If you thought you could treat me like some toy to do whatever you want just because I became a cripple-“

He stopped speaking.

The leg that had been severed at the thigh now had flesh grown down to the knee.

“How is this…”

Samon touched his leg as if he couldn’t believe it.

Flesh, bone. Everything he felt under his palm was real.

Samon took a deep breath. His eyes, wide as lanterns, didn’t return to normal.

Since losing his leg, there was no treatment, medicine, or procedure he hadn’t tried.

However, he had never heard of any medicine or treatment method that could make a leg grow back.

“How does it feel to witness a miracle?”

Rachel’s voice rang out sweetly.

“Right now it’s only this much because I worked on it suddenly, but with more preparation, it will become complete. I hope this miracle will serve as a reference for your choice.”

“…Really, can I get my leg back?”

“Do you need more confirmation after seeing it with your own eyes?”

Samon wanted a clear answer.

When he stared quietly, Rachel shrugged as if she understood.

“I swear to god, Samon, your leg will be restored.”

Samon nodded as if entranced.

“I’ll do it. Just tell me anything. If I can just get this leg back…”

Having witnessed the miracle directly, Samon had no more doubts.

With his current feelings, it seemed he could gladly cut off Medeia’s head directly if asked.

“I’m glad you understand quickly.”

Since neither of them needed to put more effort into persuasion.

Rachel smiled slyly.

“I heard that a former maid who served the Princess is now by your side.”

“Understood. I’ll prepare Mariyu for that day.”

Samon left his seat.

His murky eyes, still not free from the afterglow of the miracle, still held fervor.

“Ptooey!”

After Samon left, the White Priest who had been guarding Rachel’s side spat out blood.

In the dark red blood clot he spat were wriggling insects. To be more precise, it was life force compressed from sacrifices offered to black magic.

“What are you thinking? Regenerating an entire leg, that’s not the kind of power to waste just to gain one worthless guy.”

Earlier, even the brief magic shown to Samon was this painful.

Transplanting a supernatural beast’s body like Jared’s case would be easy. But Samon Claudio wants his existing body to be completely regenerated.

This was an extremely high-level black magic as different as heaven and earth.

The price of black magic varies according to how much it goes against the golden rule, the law of the world.

This case would require a golden rule equivalent to artificially causing a monster wave.

“The Golden Tower would never allow this.”

“The Golden Tower’s permission isn’t necessary.”

Rachel’s voice was gentle, as if teaching obvious logic to a child.

“Samon will be eliminated anyway. We just need bait to lure him in.”

“But you swore an oath to the divine.”

“What does an oath to some invisible goddess matter.”

“You don’t know. You don’t know her power, how she pacified the world in the beginning…”

“So what, she abandoned this land and left in the end, didn’t she? I’m here instead of that great god who vanished.”

At Rachel’s snort, the black mage gave up lecturing and closed his mouth.

‘This woman’s malice keeps evolving.’

On one hand, he faced Rachel’s transformation directly.

To brazenly claim divinity and know how to trap humans using forbidden magic as bait.

Compared to when she first appeared in Valdina, it was a considerable change.

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