The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 262

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Part 2, Chapter 109

Beneath the fluttering black robes, everything was soaked with the evil dragon’s dark red blood.

As if he had just finished dealing with the evil dragon, blood droplets dripped steadily from the sword in his hand.

Like one born from blood itself, he blended in without any sense of discord.

With each step he took, the evil dragon’s blood made sticky sounds against the floor.

“1st, 1st Prince… Your Highness?”

Count Montfort rubbed his eyes.

He was the father of the Queen Mother, Chezare’s political rival, and the 3rd Prince’s maternal grandfather.

‘Why is that bastard here when he should be suppressing the monster wave at the border…!’

He wondered if he was seeing things wrong.

“If you have eyes, then look properly.”

Chezare’s sword elegantly tapped the evil dragon’s mouth. Blood droplets splattered where there was now an empty space.

The exact spot where the Princess of Valdina had extracted the fang.

“The 1st Prince of Kazen has graciously joined us in this great undertaking. I hope this resolves your doubts.”

As Medeia’s voice rang out, people cautiously gasped.

So it wasn’t the Princess of Valdina alone after all.

“Moreover, if it was together with that iron-blooded conqueror…”

“One who survived even a life with a time limit…!”

Like a demon, he had crossed countless lines of death and seized victory.

If it was him, who miraculously turned the impossible into possible every time, then the story of defeating an evil dragon was no longer absurd.

Medeia read the agitation rapidly spreading through the crowd.

‘I expected they would easily believe if I brought him in, but…’

A silent bitter smile spread.

Chezare’s cruel actions that had inspired horror and fear until now had transformed into proof of certainty and trust in this moment.

“B-but- even so, how could human strength defeat an evil dragon? I simply cannot believe it!”

Even so, the doubts that emerged were crushed by force.

“If you still insist on denying it, it would be more beneficial to meet death with your eyes open. I’m fully prepared to help with that.”

“Ugh-!”

Chezare’s swinging sword flashed as it carved flesh from the evil dragon.

As spurting blood and flesh poured onto his front, the King of Mollisia who had been shouting collapsed in terror.

“How, how barbaric!”

He realized too late.

This man, like the Emperor of Valdina, cared nothing for morality or justification.

Continental order and royal authority were meaningless.

If he spoke carelessly, it could be his own blood that would fall.

Those present also realized this fact.

“…”

A faint smile appeared in his clear golden eyes and disappeared silently.

They fear Chezare seeing his power and blood.

But they don’t know.

That what’s truly dangerous isn’t the sharp blade before their eyes, but the unseen blind sword.

The architect behind the veil, who would silently slice their flesh, finally stood at the center of the round table.

“As you all know, the evil dragon is the last remnant and curse of darkness remaining on this land. Which means.”

Her calm voice flowed through the cold air of the Grand Temple.

Crack!

Medeia struck the fang directly onto the map. It was the location of the Holy Kingdom.

Whoooosh-!

A gust of wind blew.

No, it was a whirlwind created as the fang’s black poison was sucked into the map, spreading its energy.

So powerful was it that cracks were forming in the marble of the round table where the fang was embedded.

“Wh-what is this? Was the darkness contained in the evil dragon this strong!”

“L-look! The magical beasts are being pushed back!”

The black dots on the map urgently retreated.

Unable to withstand the dragon’s magic power, they had fled.

At the same time,

“The wave is disappearing!”

The black blood flowing from the fang soaked the map and pressured the magical beasts.

“While bringing the evil dragon’s head all the way here, I also asked His Highness the 1st Prince to come across the continent.”

Medeia had devised a way to close all the monster waves spread across the continent at once.

The hierarchical relationship that exists even among magical beasts.

She had recalled this from the memory of wyverns fleeing from the evil dragon, moving from the Pitch-Black Forest down to the Swamp of Gluttony.

“Kiiiiaaaaaang!”

“쿠오오오아—!”

The howls of the magical beast horde burst forth as if tearing the sky.

Strange screams echoed even outside the temple.

As the evil dragon’s eyes pressured the magical beasts, the horde that couldn’t find a place to hide finally began returning to their origins.

Fleeing the fearsome predator, they entered back into the origins that would become both their cradle and their grave.

The origins of waves spread across various nations closed one by one.

And silence.

As if a massive wave that had swallowed even the last cry had suddenly subsided, only silence remained.

“…”

“Th-this is impossible…”

No one dared to speak rashly.

They were dumbfounded by a phenomenon hard to believe even when seeing it with their own eyes.

Then at some point,

“G-God almighty…!”

“The calamity has ended! The Goddess’s wrath has ceased!”

Exclamations mixed with fear and emotion burst forth among the kings of small nations.

Of course, not everyone was savoring that joy.

‘Damn it, things can’t flow this way. How much is His Majesty anticipating this…!’

While Count Montfort of Kazen anxiously shook his leg, High Priest Paulo clenched his fists.

“It’s too early to rejoice. It’s just that the markings on the map have disappeared. Without going to check directly-“

“High Priest, Knight Commander Leonor reports upon return.”

Then, the doors of the Grand Temple opened and a powerful voice flowed out. It was Knight Commander Leonor.

Behind him, the Temple Knights knelt.

Their appearance was shabby.

Their cream-colored knight uniforms were covered in dust, and their faces were full of fatigue from urgently chasing after Medeia.

“You’ve come at just the right time! Quickly report the facts.”

“…”

“Hurry, reveal the truth you confirmed with your own eyes here and now!”

“…The message is that the waves in the Holy Kingdom and other nations have completely disappeared.”

Leonor turned away from High Priest Paulo’s face that had turned gray.

‘Since that’s the clear truth you’re seeking, High Priest.’

Though Leonor showed clear signs of exhaustion, only his eyes shone brightly.

Leonor’s group had even clearly witnessed the spectacle of magical beast hordes throwing themselves into origins to avoid the evil dragon’s eyes hanging from flying Loke’s feet.

Having witnessed such a miraculous phenomenon with their own eyes, how could they not be overwhelmed?

“Princess of Valdina, 1st Prince of Kazen.”

Then, Pope Benedict spoke.

His question as the leader of the old religion and this Holy Kingdom brought attention back to the oracle from the monster wave.

“Is the evil dragon dead?”

“Your Holiness. Could there be any clearer proof of death than this?”

Chezare gestured arrogantly toward the sprawled Evil Dragon’s neck and fangs, smiling with contempt.

The Pope looked into those brilliant golden eyes staring back at him.

He recalled the First Prince from six years ago, who had held a sword to his throat demanding dissolution.

‘Perhaps it’s because he’s one who overcame the primordial curse,’

His act of slaying the Evil Dragon born from the same darkness was both wondrous and somehow inevitable.

But the Princess of Valdina is different.

She had neither curse nor chosen divinity, merely destined to be sacrificed as an offering to the oracle.

‘Yet she stepped onto the prophet’s path nonetheless.’

The Pope’s gaze examined Medeia thoroughly.

Something unidentifiable—whether pity or affection—flickered between his wrinkled eyes.

“Since the role bestowed by the oracle has vanished along with the Evil Dragon, the fate demanded by the oracle has also lost its meaning.”

With fingertips pressed gently together, the Pope spoke.

“Princess of Valdina, Medeia. I hereby release you from the obligations of the oracle.”

It was a decree from the leader of the Holy Kingdom.

Peleus’s breath burst out in a sharp exhale.

The Agema, too, could no longer hide the joy they had been suppressing as they looked at each other.

For this moment, they felt they could repeat that arduous expedition a hundred times over.

That’s when it happened.

“Your Holiness, saying that fate has lost its meaning—isn’t that too dangerous an interpretation? The Goddess’s will must be carried out exactly as written in the original text.”

The Saint’s noble voice rang out.

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