The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 268

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Part 2, Chapter 115

The cold sigh he exhaled seemed to reach even the leather book on the table.

“Your Majesty, forgive my presumption, but may I dare speak a word,”

“….”

“The First Prince who accompanied the expedition was true to his infamous reputation. Sharp and cruel. But as a comrade-in-arms, he was trustworthy. He was first to leap into danger and never retreated before the enemy.”

“….”

“Above all, he thoroughly protected Her Highness the Princess. Even when I collapsed from exhaustion, he never took his eyes off Her Highness for a single moment. That arrogant man followed Her Highness Princess Medeia like a loyal guard.”

Diangel hesitated for a moment, swallowing his breath.

“Your Majesty, I too know well that we must be wary of him. But in these times when the entire continent targets Her Highness the Princess, having someone besides our Valdina willing to protect Her Highness—”

Perhaps it’s not entirely a bad thing.

Hadn’t his lord once been prepared to endure an even harsher future?

A parting without promise, unable to see or find his sister again.

As if understanding the unfinished words Diangel couldn’t complete, Peleus’s brow furrowed.

“I understand, so withdraw.”

At the coldness that showed no signs of thawing, Diangel swallowed a sigh.

‘Well, he’s been like this even after learning the true meaning of the certificate that Sisear pointed out. Anyway, I’ve conveyed everything I needed to.’

In truth, from here on it’s a matter of emotions.

Whatever he does, as his precious younger sister’s partner, he could never satisfy her brother’s eyes.

In truth, it was correct that his lord had no intention of looking favorably upon the First Prince from the beginning.

Look at him even now.

‘To remain so indifferent even before gold and treasures that would make the continent’s eyes widen in amazement.’

The unceasing coldness paradoxically grew fiercer like an increasingly blazing furnace.

Yet Medeia, the actual party to the marriage, had briefly sighed upon confirming the First Prince’s gift, then immediately returned with only the leather book.

“…Tell Sisear.”

It was the moment Diangel was about to move his feet. A cold voice reached him.

“In preparing Dea’s dowry, absolutely do not fall behind.”

Even if it meant pouring out years’ worth of the national treasury, they had to show that Valdina stood powerfully behind Medeia.

It meant he would ultimately acknowledge the engagement.

“Yes, I shall do so.”

At Peleus’s tacit consent, Diangel breathed a sigh of relief.

Having left the Imperial Palace, Diangel stopped his steps hesitantly.

‘Until the wedding ceremony… will it be alright?’

Even if his lord changed his mind and ran away with Medeia, he wouldn’t be surprised.

“Haah….”

Diangel sighed.

It seemed he would have to worry until the ceremony was over.

* * *

Kingdom of Sacramontis.

Crunch, crunch.

In the Central Temple, in the Saint’s chamber, a bizarre sound like nail-biting echoed.

“Medeia….”

“Because I believe that fate not grasped by oneself is not truly one’s own.”

“Why did she say that? What did she see? Did she know when she said it?”

Rachel could not escape from the meaningful final sentence Medeia had thrown.

It wasn’t important that that lucky girl had once again avoided the fake oracle through an incredible method.

“Could she have noticed? If she’s already awakened….”

Rachel, who had been muttering anxiously, soon shook her head.

“No. The Black Mages said nothing…”

A Saint’s awakening is accompanied by powerful light energy.

Light and darkness always illuminate each other. So as a consequence, the darkness inevitably notices its existence, the Black Mages had said.

“If she had awakened, she should have realized the oracle was fake too… But she hasn’t even caught on yet.”

They say a proxy can see the future as clearly as reality.

However, Rachel instinctively felt it.

‘That girl either doesn’t have much time left before awakening… or even if she’s already awakened, that power is incomplete.’

Blood drops seeped through the gaps of flesh torn by teeth, dripping down.

‘If Medeia fully awakens like this… what about me?’

The moment her thoughts reached that point, cold sweat flowed down her spine.

‘I’ll become useless. They’ll eliminate me immediately.’

Rachel knew all too well how the Black Mages disposed of sacrifices that had outlived their usefulness.

So only Rachel herself must know about Medeia’s current state.

“As if you’d be abandoned like luggage.”

Rachel gritted her teeth.

She hadn’t devoted her life here just to be treated like some disposable item.

She had struggled relentlessly with the single goal of making that girl’s brilliant fate her own.

Even when that cunning girl repeatedly blocked her path, Rachel never gave up.

Did they think the process of establishing herself as a Saint in this Central Temple, the heart of enemy territory, after learning black magic, was easy?

But now, just because that girl had awakened, she had to lose everything so helplessly?

Crunch, crunch.

The grating sound echoed again in the quiet room.

As she roughly bit her nails, the stopped bleeding resumed, but she didn’t care.

“I can’t let this continue any longer.”

Rachel sprang up. Her cream-colored robes swept the floor.

The woman reflected in the mirror was deathly pale. Her bloodless, pallid lips curved eerily.

“I should have taken that girl’s life completely! Then Selene’s fate would have become entirely mine!”

“Rachel, don’t forget. To make that child’s trajectory yours, you must steal everything—family, love, achievements… everything. Even that child’s death!”

“I have to kill that girl myself.”

Rachel’s voice overlapped with her dead mother’s voice.

Before the Black Mages of the Golden Seat could know, she would move first.

The moment Medeia drew her last breath, the possibility of awakening would completely disappear.

“So that everything of that girl naturally falls into my hands.”

With a single death, she could make up for all the powerless failures of being unable to steal anything of Medeia’s until now.

What remained was how to execute it.

‘The weapon the Black Mages gave me is still in my hands.’

Those who disguised themselves as attending priests by her side.

The disciples raised by the Black Mages were beings with such outstanding skills they were predicted to be the next masters of the Golden Seat.

‘They should be able to divert the First Prince’s attention.’

Though they wouldn’t return alive.

* * *

The Saint’s direct attending priests’ chamber.

“Are you insane? Kill who?”

One of the disciples shouted, grinding his teeth.

The faces of the attending priests who heard Rachel’s plan all hardened in unison.

“Didn’t we say the prophesied child should be dealt with after stealing all her fate?”

“Does the Master know about this? That you’re unilaterally trying to drag our entire grand plan into the mud?”

The suppressed anger burst out all at once.

They had come here on their master’s orders to help Rachel.

However, due to repeated failures, they had become trapped in the hated Central Temple indefinitely.

Even at this very moment, their positions beside their master were probably being devoured by those climbing up from below.

“After creating this mess by failing even with a fake oracle made by breaking the golden rule, how dare you—”

The man’s words trailed off.

Clatter-!

“I’m leaving. What nonsense were they planning to spout calling me here so early in the morning!”

These vermin-like creatures. Poison flashed in Rachel’s eyes. Her violet gaze gleamed ominously.

“Stop.”

At that moment, the feet of the attending priest who was about to storm out came to an abrupt halt.

A goat-shaped mark appeared over his widened eyes.

“Come before me and kneel. Bow your head and lick my shoes.”

Rachel’s voice was soft yet somehow damp. As if sticky malice was seeping out.

The priest moved his body.

Step by step. Thud. Bang.

None of his will was involved in this series of actions.

He only looked up at Rachel’s spiteful face with vacant eyes.

“You follow orders well, good boy.”

Rachel placed her foot on the priest’s forehead and spoke affectionately while pressing her shoe tip deeper.

“Gah, gahhk!”

Blood foam rose from his lips as he spat out dark red clots.

“You, you… did you cast black magic on that kid?”

The voice of another priest watching the scene trembled.

“You all don’t seem to be affected?”

“Crazy bitch! Drawing a blade against your own allies?! Are you insane!”

What allies. Rachel giggled.

When they looked at her like a thorn in their side, wouldn’t she have thought of ways to deal with these bastards too?

“Come here.”

The priest’s eyes filled with despair.

That’s when he realized.

They should never have accepted this demon-like bitch from the beginning.

This girl was a disaster. A plague that spread like poison, destroying everything for her own sake alone.

“No.”

The priest panted and backed away. But it was already too late.

“Right now, if you touch the Princess, our entire organization could be exposed. No, don’t, so…”

His voice grew increasingly trembling and small.

The attending priests’ eyes turned black as they lost their reason.

“You all just need to shut up and do exactly as I command.”

Rachel no longer intended to follow anyone’s orders.

Between her raised lips seeped the arrogance of a victor intoxicated by absolute power.

But Rachel was too busy looking down with satisfaction at the brainwashed priests banging their heads on the floor to notice the presence of a Holy Knight hiding behind a pillar in the distance.

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