The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 258

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Part 2, Chapter 105

“I need to go straight to the Sacramontis Kingdom.”

Medeia, who had been counting the days on her fingers, frowned. A quiet tension crossed her pale face.

‘Peleus.’

“I have to return right now.”

Time was running short.

“Peleus won’t yield.”

Then all that remains is war.

She couldn’t let Valdina turn the entire continent into enemies.

And before that.

No matter how urgent it was, there was something she couldn’t leave behind.

“Diangel. Cut this off.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

As soon as Medeia’s command fell, Diangel’s aura shot out like a whip.

Then the evil dragon’s fangs, which had been menacingly exposed with its mouth gaping open in death, were cleanly severed and fell away.

The ivory-colored fangs, as large as greatswords, still revealed their sharp and menacing aura even after being cut.

Neryl wrapped the fallen fangs in leather and roughly tied them with cord.

“Wait, Sir Neryl, be careful. It’s dangerous if you tie it like that.”

Garo, who had been watching with his arms crossed, reached out his hand.

As Neryl retied the cord more securely, their hands lightly brushed against each other.

“It would be impossible to bring this evil dragon’s corpse all the way to the kingdom, wouldn’t it?”

Tom and Diangel looked up at the massive evil dragon’s corpse with regret.

“There’s no choice. We have to retrace our path out of the Pitch-Black Forest, and even if we somehow managed to take just the head, it’s too big to load onto a ship.”

Garo answered Diangel.

But he too had a bitter taste in his mouth.

‘We accomplished the hunt of a lifetime that any continental would dream of at least once!’

If he had his way, he would have called all the mercenaries of Facade here to carry this corpse away intact.

“Brother Garo, let’s at least cut off this thing’s claws as consolation.”

“Oh, good idea. Alpha, Delta, you guys gather the scales. Pull out and collect as many as possible.”

Thud thud. Garo grumbled as he kicked the massive body of the dead evil dragon with his foot.

“To cover my medical expenses because of you, even if I pluck all your scales it wouldn’t be enough.”

Though as Facade’s acting leader he shouldn’t lack money, he made a malicious expression like a cruel debt collector toward the evil dragon.

Then, Terrence quietly raised his hand.

“Well… it’s not like there’s absolutely no way.”

Though his complexion was still pale, his eyes were clearer than ever.

“The world’s most powerful magical material is right here.”

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A moment later.

“Your Highness. Please board.”

The massive summoned creature Loke, which Terrence had called forth using the evil dragon’s mana, flapped its wings.

On Loke’s back was installed a sturdy palanquin made of rope and wood to carry the expedition.

Loke’s wings were certainly as large as the evil dragon’s. With a few flaps of its wings, it seemed like it could cross the sea directly.

“Brother. We could have just flown here on this from the beginning. Was there any need to suffer life and death in the Pitch-Black Forest?”

As soon as Garo’s words fell, Terrence’s eyebrows trembled.

Crack. With the menacing sound of breaking bones, Terrence glared at Garo as if he would kill him.

“Do you want to die, Garo?”

He growled.

“Do you know how much mana it takes to summon a creature capable of flying that long distance with everyone here? It would be impossible even if I died.”

It was only because he used the evil dragon’s heart as a sacrifice that he could summon Loke.

“If the situation weren’t so urgent, I would have preserved this in the Mage Tower for generations.”

“Did I hear wrong? You used that precious dragon’s heart for just a summoning spell?! You should have used your own heart instead!”

He could almost hear the anguished screams of his master, the Mage Tower Lord.

“We’ve finished preparations.”

Alpha and Delta, who had tied the evil dragon’s head to Loke’s feet, wiped their sweat.

Since bringing the entire evil dragon’s corpse would consume too much mana, the expedition agreed to take the evil dragon’s fangs and head.

“Your Highness. What shall we do with this one?”

Meanwhile, Neryl pointed to the sprawled Jason and asked.

“…”

“I’ll just handle it myself. This is a good opportunity to eliminate him without anyone knowing…”

As if unable to wait for Medeia’s answer, Neryl readjusted her grip on her dagger.

And as she approached Jason, she was caught by Diangel.

“He saved Your Highness. Have you forgotten Agema’s iron rule? We do not repay life-saving grace with death.”

Then Garo interjected.

“That might be true for proud Valdina knights, but we at Facade don’t have such rules. I’ll handle it. Leave it to me and everyone else get to work!”

Garo pulled the leather cord in his hand taut, saying he was skilled at methods that didn’t involve bloodshed.

“…”

At that moment,

“Forget it. I’ll do it.”

Garo raised his eyebrows slightly at the figure that suddenly appeared.

“Uh… Boss, I’ll just do it. It would be less pitiful if I sent him off with my own hands.”

For the first time, Garo showed sympathy toward Jason.

But Chezare didn’t even pretend to listen and walked past Garo with large strides.

It was when the pitch-black aura that had torn the evil dragon apart rippled above Jason’s head.

“Wait.”

His sword stopped at Medeia’s voice.

“…”

The silence that followed.

However, Chezare realized she was now contemplating Jason’s life.

The unconscious Jason and Medeia looking down at him.

Looking back and forth between the two, he raised the corner of his mouth crookedly.

It seemed the final moment when he threw his body to be bitten by the evil dragon instead of Medeia had left quite a strong impression.

‘Then I can’t dispose of him here.’

If that bastard keeps catching Medeia’s attention, what use would it be to eliminate his physical body?

“As you wish.”

When Chezare obediently withdrew his aura, Garo made an expression as if his jaw had dropped.

Right now, our boss, like a well-behaved child, obediently lowered his sword at a single word from Her Highness the Princess?

“…”

Chezare took another step forward.

Then he stood in front of Medeia, lightly grasped her shoulders, and turned her around.

He naturally occupied the space that existed between Jason and Medeia. So that Medeia could no longer see him, couldn’t even think of him.

The fingertips grasping her shoulders were gentle, and the body blocking her way was broad and solid.

Chezare bent his waist.

“Right. We shouldn’t end the final conclusion with a holy sacrifice.”

The low, languid voice spreading near her ear left a dizzying resonance.

Medeia nodded slightly.

It was such a small nod that it would pass by unnoticed unless looked at carefully, but he seemed to understand her intention.

Chezare wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her forward.

Medeia didn’t resist. No, she naturally moved her steps following his touch.

Beyond her passing vision, the figure of the fallen Jason briefly came into view.

“Medeia, my wife… Zim’s companion…”

Her green eyes soon passed over Jason and swept across the desolate gorge.

She wanted to deal with him immediately, but not in this remote wilderness where no one would come.

A mayfly’s death that no one sees, that no one knows about, would be meaningless.

The revenge Medeia would gift him must come after both power and honor were buried in the mud.

For Jason, who had recalled all of his past life as Emperor, that fall would be even more agonizing.

Moreover, crucially, if Jason were to die here.

Just as her thoughts began to spiral endlessly, Chezare’s thumb tapped her shoulder. Tap. Tap.

Lightly at first. Then a bit more firmly.

Like a child throwing a tantrum, it was a touch quietly seeking attention.

“That’s enough now. You don’t need to look anymore.”

Before Medeia could even glance back, Chezare’s body completely blocked her view.

Not even a strand of Jason’s red hair was visible.

“…Let them discover us.”

Medeia gestured with her chin.

At the far end, she could see a group hurriedly entering the gorge.

My Princess has sharp eyes indeed. When did she spot them again?

A silent smile spread around her eyes.

Chezare nodded.

Like a guard dog accepting his master’s command. Yet in a manner that couldn’t suit him less.

“Let’s depart then.”

As Medeia turned her head indifferently, Chezare spoke as if he had been waiting.

Whee-!

At the signal of Terrence’s sharp whistle, Loke began to take flight.

Toward Sacramontes Kingdom, where Peleus would be waiting.

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