The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 237
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Part 2, Chapter 84
“So why did you betray me!”
What came first – the dagger piercing through his chest, or the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth?
Samon staggered and swayed. Mariyu twisted her wrist and pulled out the dagger. Blood splattered in all directions.
And then again, thud.
“This time you’re going to cling to the Saint and abandon me again? No way, Samon. You’ll never be able to abandon me again.”
Mariyu shook her head and stretched her lips into a grin as she mercilessly swung her arm.
His body stiffened, his arms and legs unable to move.
Using Samon’s body, frozen by poison, as a target, Mariyu poured out all her pent-up resentment.
“Let’s die together, darling. Like star-crossed lovers who die on the same day at the same hour.”
“Kuh, kugh, you…”
Covered in blood, Samon couldn’t even answer properly.
Prince Claudio, who had inherited the imperial bloodline and aimed for the pinnacle of this country.
The man who had boasted exceptional talent and ambition was now being brutally torn apart without even a handful of resistance.
Pierced by the woman he had despised most, whom he had considered less than dust beneath his feet.
Compared to the grand ambitions he had yearned for, it was far too miserable an ending.
“Yes, just like your mother. It was such a beautiful end, wasn’t it? Don’t you think? Though it’s an ending too good for a beast like you.”
“Huh, huhgh, huhgh…!”
Samon could only clutch his torn chest and gasp for breath.
The numerous deep stab wounds left him in such a horrific state that it was surprising he was still alive.
Then Mariyu raised the dagger.
“Apologize to our baby. Sincerely, together with me.”
Her eyes, which showed no attachment to life, seemed to grow distant for a moment.
Slash.
Mariyu collapsed with a thud where blood had been scattered.
“Kyaaaah!”
Someone’s scream echoed through the corridor ceiling.
But most people couldn’t even breathe properly at the cruel scene unfolding before their eyes.
They were frozen in shock, not knowing what to do.
“Move aside! Stand back!”
The priests roughly approached, breaking through the wall of people surrounding Mariyu and Samon.
Where the crowd had retreated, the horrific scene stained with blood was revealed even more clearly.
“She’s dead.”
The priest who checked Mariyu shook his head.
“This one, this man is still alive!”
But Samon Claudio had survived once again, whether by divine grace.
However.
“Quickly get a court physician, no wait, damn it, divine power would be better! His condition is too bad…!”
With blood gushing out every time he gasped for breath, he seemed about to die at any moment, making even divine grace useless.
“High Priest! High Priest Baoro!”
“I’m already doing it! What are you all doing, not coming to help!”
The High Priest shouted at his accompanying priests.
He couldn’t let the sacred memorial service be defiled by the deaths of these vile men who had ruined it.
“Damn it. There are too many stab wounds and they’re overlapping with the poison, so purification is impossible…!”
However, it seemed beyond their power to hold onto Samon’s fading breath.
The “divine power” possessed by Rachel’s accompanying priests wasn’t real – it was actually just Paulo struggling alone.
“Oh my. This is terrible.”
Then, a clear voice rang out. It was Medeia.
“Saint, please help. With your holy divine power that annihilated the ghoul horde, surely you could save Samon from death.”
Medeia gazed at Rachel.
“Setting aside the detailed circumstances, we must prevent this sacred day from being contaminated with misfortune, mustn’t we?”
Detailed circumstances.
The Princess’s choice of words was quite meaningful.
As if trying to remind people of what Samon’s dead lover had just screamed about him clinging to the Saint.
Rachel’s picture-perfect beautiful expression slightly hardened.
‘Does she know… what she’s saying?’
That Samon had joined hands with me?
If so, then the fact that the maid who was supposed to accuse Medeia instead killed Samon…
Wariness and suspicion overlapped.
If Medeia knew about the scheme she had plotted with Samon,
‘Those words right now might be a trap to ensnare me.’
As if all sides were blocked, Rachel couldn’t move.
“Huhhhgh!”
While she was thinking intensely, Samon’s breath finally stopped.
“He, he’s dead.”
“Ah!”
High Priest Paulo, who had been pouring out divine power and sweating profusely, collapsed helplessly.
“Oh, what a shame.”
Medeia sighed as if regretful.
“If the Saint had moved just a little earlier, Samon might have lived.”
“…”
“Well, I suppose the Goddess arranged for his life to end here.”
Rachel turned her head.
Samon lay with his mouth open and eyes wide, his breath stopped.
In his bulging eyes lingered shock at his lover Mariyu’s betrayal.
Samon had always looked down on Mariyu, who was of lowly status and humble background.
So he had abandoned her without mercy, and when he needed her again, he had drawn her back in without any guilt.
To him, Mariyu was nothing more than a card he could use and discard at will while giving her love like charity.
So he would never have imagined meeting his end at the hands of the opponent he had considered most insignificant.
“Since an incident has occurred that disrupts the sacred ceremony, we must unavoidably end today’s memorial service!”
“Right, ugh… Bad luck. This year’s memorial service is ruined.”
“We were happy that the Saint came, but who knew such a thing would happen…”
People murmured and glanced at each other. They too didn’t want to stay even a moment at a scene where two people had died.
The central corridor, now that the crowd had dispersed, quickly became quiet, and the priests remained to collect the corpses and clean up the traces.
“We’ll take care of Samon’s body. Don’t hand it over to the temple.”
“Yes, Your Highness. I’ll go and return.”
Neryl also agreed.
Since Rachel was at the temple, if they carelessly handed over the body, who knew what schemes she might pull.
The corridor floor was stained red, fully revealing the horror of the recent incident.
The priests hurried to wipe away the blood, but the red stains that had already seeped into the tile cracks weren’t easily erased.
Medeia watched Mariyu’s corpse being carried away on a stretcher.
“Your Highness. Mariyu returned the antidote. She says she no longer needs it.”
When Mariyu had conspired with the Maid Supervisor to frame Medeia, she had spared Mariyu’s life in exchange for sweet pea juice that required periodic antidotes.
‘I expected it then. That you intended to end everything together with Samon.’
Mariyu’s pale face, having completed her revenge and closed her eyes peacefully, looked somehow relieved.
She seemed to have cast off all the melancholy and darkness that had always been reflected somewhere on her face, even appearing free.
When all this is over, will I have that kind of face too? Will I be able to feel that freedom?
“Don’t look, Dea.”
Then, a cool hand blocked Medeia’s view, covering her sight.
“Everyone has simply met their deserved end.”
“Peleus!”
Medeia turned around.
Peleus, who had finished the conflict with Kazen, had finally returned from the Central Trade Route.
“Your face has grown thin in the meantime.”
Medeia welcomed him with both arms, embracing him with a worried expression.
Even with the cool touch of armor against her cheek, her brother’s embrace filled with longing and comfort was nothing but warm.
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The western end of the Elamuus Strait.
A woman stood at the edge of a cliff where desolate wind and rain were raging.
In the sea wind that howled like screams, the hem of the woman’s worn and tattered dress fluttered bleakly.
Her pink hair soaked by the pouring rain and her clothes fluttering like a ghost created an eerie atmosphere.
“Hmmmm”
The woman humming was Virna Claudio.
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