The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 270
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Part 2, Chapter 117
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The Holy Kingdom of Sacramontes.
“She wants to use the sacred relics? Does this even make sense!”
High Priest Paollo slammed his hand down on the table with a bang.
“The sacred objects of the Holy Kingdom aren’t something any mere human can use for personal purposes.”
However, he conveniently overlooked the fact that this ‘mere human’ was one of only two most noble princesses and crown princess consorts of the empire on the continent.
According to what she had recently sent word to the Central Temple,
Princess of Valdina, who was about to be married, wanted to use the sacred relic, the Chalice of the Sacred Covenant, at the communion ceremony held as a wedding banquet.
“She wants to strengthen sacred bonds… How ridiculous! If she wants to exchange something like wedding cups, she should go back to her own country and do it there, how dare she do such vulgar things in our temple!”
Paollo’s words were quite an exaggeration.
In the first place, it wasn’t wedding wine but holy water,
And the covenant ceremony of sharing holy water was a legitimate precedent that was properly conducted in temples as well.
He simply didn’t want to grant anything to Princess of Valdina, who was like a thorn in his eye.
“Isn’t that right?”
Paollo sought agreement from those around him.
“That’s right. That princess, after turning the temple upside down once, must think she’s some special being now?”
“His Holiness too, what would happen if he grants such unreasonable demands? Even favoritism should have limits. Isn’t that right?”
At least everyone agreed that Pope Benedict was generously bestowing upon Medeia treatment he had never shown even once before.
“Even when the Saint first descended, he didn’t grant such special treatment. If this doesn’t mean he’s placing that princess above our Saint, then what does it mean?”
The high priests vehemently agreed.
But the more they did so, the more it only highlighted how biasedly the Pope was treating Medeia while pushing Rachel aside.
It was like trampling on Rachel’s pride, who would be hurt to be considered second to anyone.
Rachel barely managed to raise the corners of her mouth while inwardly reciting curses toward the Pope.
‘That old fox can’t even recognize the true saint, yet acts on mere favoritism.’
The Pope’s affection for Medeia was probably instinctive fondness toward a proxy.
“Saint, we cannot let that woman act as she pleases. Even now, you must go to His Holiness again.”
“No, High Priest. Just let the princess do as she wishes.”
Rachel drooped her eyebrows and gave a pitiful smile.
“Creating more disturbance would do our temple no good. If the princess can get closer to righteous intentions and righteous objects this way, wouldn’t it be a joyful thing as a servant of the goddess?”
“Saint…”
Even in this situation, Paollo’s face showed emotion at the saint’s heart that only cared for the goddess.
And so, after all the high priests had left,
In the deep night when everyone walking the temple corridors had disappeared.
Creak.
“Saint? What brings you here at this hour…”
“Stand aside.”
Rachel, who had already cast mind control on the temple knight guarding the sacred relics, easily entered the Sacred Chamber.
“Found it, the Chalice of the Sacred Covenant…”
The round chalices shining in gold and silver respectively had circular patterns engraved on them.
Rachel reached for the silver chalice among them.
The interior of the silver-gleaming chalice was clear and clean like a mirror.
Rachel dropped the poison bottle she took from her bosom into the silver chalice.
<This is poison made from Primordial Darkness. No antidote works on it. If you want to finish someone off silently, nothing is more perfect than this.>
This colorless, odorless poison slowly hardens the heart as it travels through blood vessels.
<Within half a day, they’ll fall into a death-like state, and after a day passes, their breath will stop.>
It was the moment she set down the silver chalice evenly coated with poison.
“Aah!”
Suddenly, her right hand felt burning pain and Rachel almost dropped the silver chalice.
She grabbed her trembling arm and barely managed to set the chalice back in place.
Even in that moment, her hand felt like it was burning up. Her fingertips had turned black.
‘What…!’
Rachel’s beautiful eyes trembled greatly.
Even though she had mind-controlled the guard at the front, she couldn’t cause a commotion and wake everyone in the temple.
“Mmph…!”
Blood burst from her lips as she bit them to suppress her scream.
The black spot that formed at her fingertip began spreading to her entire hand in an instant.
“Ugh, ugeh… mya… (What is this…!)!”
The black wave spread rapidly, even swallowing the black magic mark on her palm.
An indescribably disgusting stench emanated from where it spread like black ink dropped on water.
Rachel’s festering skin cracked. Her hand was rotting away.
“Mmph, mmph!”
Rachel collapsed to the floor and writhed in extreme agony.
She had no time to care about her cream-colored priest robes getting dirty.
Red tears of blood flowed from her bloodshot eyes.
“No one knows what consequences may come from taboos that go against this world’s golden rule.”
It was the first beginning of punishment handed down by the golden rule.
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Princess Valdina’s Palace.
A white dress carefully taken from a velvet box was fully revealed.
“Oh my goodness…”
Everyone in the Princess’s Palace was genuinely speechless.
“I think this is the first time I’ve seen such a beautiful dress. Madame Debouar. Your skill is truly amazing.”
“Of course? Do you think my reputation was built for free?”
Madame Debouar retorted arrogantly.
She was from a small country and had a renowned reputation as the top designer leading continental fashion.
Medeia also knew of her.
‘In my past life, she refused to make Rachel’s dress until the very end.’
When the angry Jason eventually destroyed Debouar’s business, she completely disappeared.
Anyway, what was certain was that every time Madame Debouar’s new work came out, continental fashion changed completely, enough to accommodate all that pickiness.
And in this life, Chezare had sent her to Medeia.
As a seamstress to make the wedding dress.
“Madame, thank you for your hard work.”
At the princess’s calm voice, Madame Debouar blushed and replied.
“…I think I probably won’t be able to put this much effort into a single dress again in my lifetime.”
This wedding dress was a work born from the combination of the 1st Prince’s sharp blade, the golden chest he handed over, and curiosity about the princess who was the subject of the oracle.
The perfect combination of fear, money, and inspiration is never common.
“…”
Medeia gazed down at the masterpiece Madame Debouar had created.
It was the first time she had felt the words ‘pure white wedding dress’ as a physical reality.
“Don’t you… like it?”
When the princess didn’t answer for quite some time, Madame Debouar became anxious.
‘Did I get too intoxicated with my own inspiration?’
“No. It’s beautiful.”
Medeia shook her head.
In truth, even if the dress hadn’t been this beautiful, even if it hadn’t been this gorgeous and dignified, Medeia would have been reasonably satisfied.
Perhaps because she had been burned by excessively hot fire in her past life.
To her, neither the wedding ceremony nor the wedding dress held much meaning.
For her, who had fled with Jason and couldn’t even properly form an engagement, a wedding dress was nothing more than a vain luxury she could never have in the first place.
“Hmm! You might feel it’s somewhat excessive, but all the embroidery sewn here has meaning.”
Madame Debouar spoke urgently at her client’s lukewarm response.
“The laurel leaves at the hem of this skirt represent the legitimacy of bloodline, the roses on the sleeves symbolize unchanging affection, and the golden sun on the chest signifies that Your Highness is each other’s one and only lawful companion.”
Madame Debouar pointed to the gold thread embroideries that shimmered softly in the light.
“To be frank, I dare say I’m the only one who could elevate the First Prince’s demanding requests into such artistry.”
Medeia paused for a moment, then asked.
“Did Cheza— I mean, did the First Prince give you any special instructions?”
“Yes!”
Madame Debouar unconsciously bristled.
Did they think it was easy to harmoniously blend all those symbols into a single dress while maintaining dignity?
‘Why make a love confession that could be finished with one word so incredibly complicated?!’
“I never dreamed the First Prince would be like this. If I had known, I would have run away long before accepting the commission— oh, mmph. I sometimes talk nonsense when I’m overworked.”
Watching Madame Debouar hastily cover her mouth, Neryl and Maid Supervisor Lady Pinatelli were left speechless.
While it wasn’t common for a man to pay such detailed attention to a bride’s wedding dress, had there ever been precedent for royalty to display such blatantly direct affection?
Medeia was also dumbfounded, yet a hollow laugh escaped her.
Even when she had carried Jason’s two children, she had never been treated as his legitimate companion.
But Chezare was anxious to elevate her status even before they had held the ceremony.
He didn’t even care how he might appear to others because of it.
“I’ll make you the most envied bride in the world.”
That confident voice seemed to echo in her ears again.
“Ahaha.”
Soft laughter spread through the room. Neryl’s eyes widened.
Her master was laughing clearly.
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“Well then, I shall take my leave now.”
Seeming quite satisfied with Medeia’s reaction, Madame Debouar finally felt relieved.
“After the fitting is complete, you’ll be even more beautiful than—”
She stopped as she was about to leave. She thought she saw someone familiar in the corridor of the Princess’s Palace.
‘That silhouette… Count Kensington…?’
Madame Debouar frequented the Imperial Palace on commissions from Kazen royalty.
So she also knew Count Kensington, who had been Perdickas II’s confidant.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I must have been mistaken. There’s no way…”
There was no way the Emperor’s confidant, who had died under unfortunate circumstances, could be here in distant Valdina.
Shaking her head, Madame Debouar soon departed.
And some time after she left.
“My lord.”
Kensington approached Medeia’s side.
“I almost got caught.”
“Yes. Being a dressmaker, she has quite the keen eye.”
Medeia watched Madame Debouar’s retreating figure.
“Kensington. As I said, you don’t need to follow me. When we go to Kazen, that madame might not be the only one who recognizes you.”
Kensington was someone who had died in Kazen.
For her to return there after barely escaping the Emperor’s grasp would be like walking into a tiger’s den.
“The Red Fox Clan still remains in Kazen, doesn’t it? Communicating through them would be sufficient. Your safety is my top priority.”
“I feel the same way. Your Highness’s well-being is most important to me.”
Kensington smiled.
“Kazen is where I was born and raised, the place I know better than anyone on this continent. Won’t you give me the chance to assist in Your Highness’s great undertaking?”
“…”
Having Kensington, who knew the inner workings of the Kazen Royal Family and nobility, would make things much easier for Medeia.
‘But that would make Kensington all the more dangerous.’
Kensington smiled at Medeia’s increasingly expressionless face.
Unlike her former master, her current master was genuinely concerned for her safety.
“Don’t worry. I’m not careless enough to be easily caught, and even if I am discovered, there are always ways.”
Leading the Red Fox Clan, how many murders and silencings had she carried out?
Kazen, once her homeland, had been no exception.
“Your Highness said you would make the First Prince the supreme ruler of Kazen. I want to witness that moment by my lord’s side.”
Or to be more honest, she had a desire to watch from the closest distance the moment when her former master’s ambitions would be broken and shattered, that moment of downfall.
Too faint to call revenge, too vague to call longing—such was the desire she harbored.
Ever since that time when her old master betrayed her.
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The Holy Kingdom of Sacramontes.
The day of the marriage between Valdina and Kazen, which had turned the continent upside down, had dawned.
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