The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 263

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Part 2, Chapter 110

“Although the disaster was barely stopped by the valor of Your Highnesses, strictly speaking, the oracle has not been fulfilled.”

Rachel turned her body to face the Pope directly in confrontation.

“The Goddess’s will was ‘Make Medeia, daughter of Valdina, the bride of the Evil Dragon.’ The Evil Dragon was merely slain, but the oracle’s demand was not carried out.”

Then she glanced at Medeia.

“Forgive my impertinence, but Your Holiness is not a god. Are you not too carelessly determining the Goddess’s will?”

Her voice was soft, but the subtle malice contained within was as deep as the abyss.

‘Old man, don’t interfere. What I barely managed to capture by going against even the golden rule, how dare you.’

Rachel had no intention of easily letting Medeia breathe freely.

A single tear rolled down the Saint’s white cheek.

The clear teardrop shone transparently like the anguish of a proxy who seemed to bear humanity’s suffering in their stead.

“That price will ultimately be paid by innocent people. Not knowing when God’s wrath might again consume this land, I can only feel fear.”

“That’s right. Indeed, who can guarantee that the price for defying the oracle will end with this? If we treat the Goddess’s will lightly and disaster strikes again, who will take responsibility then!”

Crying out about the Goddess, Paollo also made an exaggerated sign of the cross with an agitated face.

The crowd stirred.

Paollo glared at the High Priests who supported him.

“…!”

“Yes, Your Holiness. This doesn’t seem to be a matter to decide dissolution here, so please….”

Voices of concern arose from here and there.

“Then what is it that the Saint is saying?”

To the Pope’s question, Rachel answered without wavering.

“The subject of the oracle must continue. Whether the Evil Dragon is alive or dead, Medeia, daughter of Valdina, must exist as a bride.”

“That woman, continuing with every word…!”

The Agema growled low.

As the crowd grew agitated, some let out deep sighs.

Just when the noble Princess of the Empire seemed to have barely escaped the shackles of death, now the stigma of being the dead Evil Dragon’s bride would follow her for life.

She had survived, but there would be no one to take as wife an existence bearing the oracle’s ominous curse.

This woman’s fate was simply tragic.

Nevertheless, though selfish, the continentals felt secretly relieved.

‘If the oracle is fulfilled this way, the Goddess’s anger will be concluded.’

It was because the anxiety about the oracle’s non-fulfillment that Rachel had planted earlier remained like roots, stirring in their hearts.

“I cannot dare agree with the Saint’s judgment to insist on sacrificing the living.”

The Pope’s cold gaze settled heavily.

His inorganic stare gave off a strange sense of pressure as if trying to see through Rachel’s depths.

Rachel clenched her fingertips hidden beneath her sleeves. The Pope still hadn’t noticed her true identity.

‘No one knows. Those fools can’t find out. That I’m fake.’

For a moment, a cool energy settled down her spine. Rachel raised her head.

Peleus was looking at her.

‘I shouldn’t have let you live.’

Cold killing intent toward Rachel, who was driving his sister into danger, rose above his blue eyes.

That’s when it happened.

Chezare, who had been leaning casually, nodded his head.

“The Saint’s words are correct. God’s words can never be defied.”

An arrogant, leisurely smile. A gentle tone.

It was an attitude that seemed to lend more strength to Rachel’s argument.

Rachel hesitated. Her violet eyes suspiciously observed Chezare.

‘Why is he suddenly helping me?’

He was a man who was hard to figure out.

This person always wore a languid expression while tearing apart her and the Black Mages’ grand plan.

When faint anxiety circled in Rachel’s eyes.

“The Evil Dragon has disappeared, and the oracle is valid, so it would be proper for me, who slew the Evil Dragon, to inherit that role.”

For a moment, silence flowed.

Soon the Grand Temple stirred.

“…Inherit!”

Rachel also froze.

What was the First Prince, this madman, saying right now?

Chezare slowly smiled.

Cool joy settled on his dangerously beautiful face.

He drew his sword.

Viiing-

The silver sword cut through the air with a low cry.

The sword was thrust into the ground.

He slowly swept the blade with his fingertips. Blood spread.

The Evil Dragon’s blood and Chezare’s blood mixed together.

Unlike with Medeia when they remained separate, Chezare’s blood, having once embraced darkness, mixed seamlessly with the Evil Dragon’s.

“I, Chezare Dwaisler Kazen, intend to take the Princess of Valdina as my bride to fulfill the oracle,”

He raised his blood-soaked index finger and made the sign of the cross on his cheek.

Beside his golden eyes that burned like the sun, a vivid red cross was carved.

It was a confrontation where piety and madness, sanctity and cruelty seemed to interlock.

Kneeling, he looked up at Medeia.

“I ask that you permit this sacred promise that accepts God’s will.”

His golden eyes were fixed on Medeia.

It was unclear whether the ‘you’ the First Prince spoke of meant the Goddess or her.

Sunlight illuminated Chezare, casting shadows over his face.

The sight of light and darkness interlocked seemed like a knight offering a sacred oath to his lady, or like a demon tempting a sacrifice.

Everyone was at a loss for words.

When the scene unfolding before their eyes, like a religious painting, felt dreamily unclear whether it was fantasy or reality….

“…Impossible!”

A sharp metallic sound that tore like a scream shattered their confusion.

“Saint, is there still a problem?”

Chezare, who had slightly turned his head, asked. Surprising leisure flowed from his sideways glance.

“The oracle cannot be arbitrarily distorted in such a way.”

Anger and bewilderment mixed and boiled up in Rachel’s chest like an explosion about to happen.

Chezare slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

“Distortion? I continue the oracle’s subject and take Princess Medeia as my bride. I have done exactly as you said, so why the displeasure?”

His manner of speaking word by word as if scolding a child rather turned the listener’s stomach.

“The subject being-!”

You being the biggest problem!

Rachel barely swallowed the shout that was about to burst out.

“First Prince… you cannot interpret the oracle arbitrarily. Your Highness, where did you get the assumption that you could inherit the oracle?”

However, the answer unexpectedly came not from Chezare, but from the Pope’s side.

“Everyone seems to be forgetting, but a second oracle also exists.”

[That fate is known only by those chosen by God and the stars, and under the bride’s name, the continent shall escape destruction and gain salvation.]

Quietly reciting the second oracle, the Pope’s indifferent gaze swept over Chezare.

His wrinkled eyes seemed to furrow slightly, then he looked between Medeia and Rachel alternately.

“As the first oracle commanded, the Evil Dragon’s bride was determined. But since the First Prince slew that Evil Dragon, it is proper to inherit the oracle with that blood. However.”

And he silently swallowed a sigh.

“The completion of the final oracle said that under the ‘bride’s’ name, the continent would be saved….”

The Pope slowly looked at Medeia.

“In the end, the key to completing this oracle lies in Princess’s hands.”

“….”

“Does anyone object to this old man’s interpretation?”

Though his voice was quiet, an oppressive atmosphere filled the space as if it were tangible.

“However, if you present flimsy logic, you will have to pay the appropriate price.”

Rachel bit her lips.

The words meant to bind Medeia had instead become shackles that trapped Rachel’s own feet.

She could find no logic or doctrine to deny even the second oracle.

Paollo’s face also turned red as he chewed his lips.

Without even giving them a glance, the Pope turned toward Medeia.

“Princess of Valdina, Medeia. Will you accept this inherited oracle?

All eyes in the assembly focused on Medeia.

She raised her head.

Then her eyes met with Peleus, who had been watching her.

‘No.’

Her brother, who had been about to walk toward her immediately, understood Medeia’s gaze and stopped in his tracks.

Next, her green eyes stared at Rachel.

She took in at a glance Rachel’s face soaked in shock and confusion, and beyond that, the benevolent smiling goddess statue.

And finally, far in the distance, Jason limping as he just entered the Grand Temple.

How fitting for a once-married couple to wear such similar expressions.

A faint smile spread across Medeia’s lips.

Whether it’s god or you all, fine.

I’ll gladly welcome whatever way you block my path.

‘Watch how I struggle from that position.’

Because I’ll tear to shreds this fate you’ve decided for me.

In this very place where your love bore fruit in my past life.

Her green eyes flashed with a cold light.

“I, Medeia de Valdina.”

Her white hand reached out and grasped the hilt of Chezare’s sword. His golden eyes remained fixed on Medeia.

“Will gladly follow this path the Goddess has bestowed upon me.”

Her unwavering, calm voice echoed throughout the space.

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