The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 272

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Part 2, Chapter 119

The pure white dress decorated with diamonds and pearls sparkled with each step.

The golden embroidery that harmonized with the light added mystique on the cream-colored road.

Both the bride’s graceful figure and her face glimpsed beneath the veil radiated imperial elegance.

A strange sense of awe rose in the hearts of those watching the bride.

Beside Medeia was Peleus, holding his sister’s hand.

“The Emperor himself?”

“Usually the Emperor doesn’t accompany them. He must truly cherish his only sister.”

“You could think of it that simply, but…”

It was also a powerful message to the continental people attending this ceremony.

It meant that Princess Medeia was a powerful figure representing Valdina.

In the crowd, the Queen Mother frowned deeply.

‘If she can command her brother and Agema like that, she won’t be living quietly in Kazen either.’

The Princess of Valdina even wore diagonal shoulder straps embroidered with Valdina’s crest over her pure white dress, and Chezare’s signet ring on her finger.

As if she held both empires in her grasp.

Peleus, who had been holding Medeia’s hand as they reached the end of the cream-colored road, stopped walking.

Chezare stood before him.

Before handing his sister’s hand to him, Peleus gazed into Chezare’s eyes.

“What matters most to me is Dea’s happiness. Though this child chose you, don’t make my sister suffer for even a moment.”

Peleus’s voice was cold and stern.

“If you fail to protect Dea, I will not hesitate to take this child back to Valdina.”

When that time comes, neither divine oracle nor empire will be able to stop me.

“…”

He knew well that the arrogant First Prince, second only to the Emperor in Kazen, could find this threat highly offensive.

Nevertheless, he had to say it. And he had to hear the response.

Chezare’s eyes fully took in Peleus.

With a face devoid of any smile, he slowly bowed his head in respect.

“I swear on my name that at any moment, I will cherish and treasure Dea above anyone else.”

People’s eyes nearly popped out.

The black demon of the battlefield, the First Prince – when had he ever bowed his head to anyone?

Even during conquest wars, he would rather behead his opponents and leave them rolling at his feet.

No matter that they would become brothers-in-law, how could that fierce empire’s First Prince bow his head so obediently?

Peleus was also somewhat surprised, not expecting Chezare to show this level of sincerity.

But that was brief, as Chezare’s final words,

“I promise you, brother.”

Made Peleus’s noble eyebrows twitch again.

Peleus gave a slight nod to the Pope before stepping back.

Medeia and Chezare finally stood together at the altar of vows.

Pope Benedict opened the holy book.

“We stand here now to bless a young couple joined by the Goddess.”

His voice, wearing the cream-colored miter, echoed throughout.

Medeia somehow couldn’t feel it was real.

Even the Pope’s flowing blessing seemed to pass by her ears like wind.

She gazed at the man before her.

“…Under the Goddess’s will, the union of Kazen and Valdina shall prosper.”

Though only a silhouette was visible behind the veil, the presence of his broad shoulders and solid chest stood out too prominently.

“…Will you fulfill your duties for the nation and its people?”

“Yes.”

At some point, Chezare’s voice was heard. Their hands were overlapped on the holy book.

“Medeia de Valdina. Under divine grace, will you protect each other with love and loyalty, and fulfill your duties for the nation and its people?”

The Pope’s voice was heard. Medeia knew it was her turn.

In that instant, a question flashed through her mind.

Is this path right?

Will I regret my decision to choose this man in my second life and change the flow of events?

“Yes.”

But Medeia answered calmly.

Yes. I won’t regret it.

Medeia glanced at Chezare through her veil.

He was certainly a reliable ally who shared her goals, but she would never love this man.

So she could rest assured.

As long as she didn’t cross this final line she had drawn for herself,

There would be no betrayal, no failure to protect herself.

“Please exchange rings.”

When they exchanged rings, his long fingertips carelessly grazed across the back of Medeia’s hand.

At the strange tension that bloomed from the touch on her skin, Medeia glared at Chezare.

Amusement lingered in the golden eyes looking beneath the veil.

“I hereby declare that these two have become husband and wife with the blessing of God, the Imperial Family, and all present. Complete the sacred marriage that the Goddess has joined.”

‘How… am I supposed to complete it?’

Medeia was thinking absently when it happened.

The veil was lifted. Chezare had raised it.

Gentle light streaming through the stained glass fell upon Medeia’s transparent face.

The moment Chezare was fully reflected in her clear green eyes, it felt like a massive bell struck through his heart.

She seemed both too sacred to dare look upon, and temptingly beautiful enough to want to touch profanely.

Chezare’s gaze passed over Medeia’s eyes and the soft curves of her nose to reach her red lips.

He lowered his head.

Medeia hesitated.

Something soft lightly touched her lips and disappeared.

The warmth was gentle and the sensation on her lips was unfamiliar yet soft.

Gasp. The wedding guests swallowed their exclamations.

The sight of the mysteriously beautiful bride and dangerously handsome groom kissing somehow made their hearts race as if glimpsing a masterpiece painting.

Everyone unknowingly clenched their hands.

Noble ladies whispered behind their fans, and even priests clasped their hands together.

“…”

After exactly the appropriate amount of time by etiquette, Chezare pulled away.

Medeia blinked. Just as she was thinking about the departed warmth.

Chezare impulsively lowered his head once more for a brief kiss.

“Ahaha!”

“It’s because the Princess is too beautiful!”

People burst into laughter.

If the first kiss felt somehow sacred and untouchable, the second finally seemed like that of loving sweethearts.

Mischievous laughter spread through the crowd.

Crack.

“Y-Your Majesty…!”

Except for the bride’s brother who had broken the corner of a cathedral chair.

Control yourself! You can’t beat to death the groom who just took his vows! Diangel whispered urgently.

“Look over there!”

Then, someone pointed to the cathedral ceiling.

A mystical shimmer arose over the sunlight passing through the stained glass.

Like silver powder dancing in the air, it was so brilliant it was almost blinding.

“Sacred light is pouring down!”

Someone murmured at this wondrous phenomenon that created the illusion of gold and silver particles spreading through the air.

Within the mystical radiance, Medeia and Chezare turned and walked down the Cream-colored Road.

With each step they took, blessed flower petals were scattered.

A gentle breeze carried the fragrant flower scent, lifting and scattering the petals that should have fallen to the ground.

The air flowed softly as if invisible holy spirits were embracing the two.

“Ah! Is such a thing possible! The petals seem to be dancing!”

“And what about that holy light! Surely it means the Goddess rejoices in this marriage!”

“This is the phenomenon of blessing recorded in the scriptures!”

Everyone joined their voices to bless them.

“Whether it’s gods or whoever, if it’s blessings, I can’t lose either.”

Terrence muttered and shot a massive fireworks magic into the sky.

“You fool, do you think this is your playground Mage Tower?”

Even while scolding him, the Matap Master seemed excited and waved his hand through the air. Terrence’s magic circle grew even larger.

Bang-!

Colorful fireworks of red, blue, and golden light burst in succession through the air. It created a spectacular sight like stars pouring down.

“Waaaah-!”

“Those, those! How dare those suspicious hooded rascals turn the sacred temple into a playground…!”

“H-High Priest! It’s the Matap Master!”

Paollo’s furious shouting was also buried in the people’s exclamations.

The Grand Cathedral was filled with endless exclamations, blessings, and laughter.

Medeia stopped walking for a moment.

The Agema clapping so vigorously the temple seemed ready to collapse.

Neryl holding Valdina’s banner high and Saya with tears glistening in her eyes.

Diangel shouting Medeia’s name and Sisear bowing slightly in respect.

And even her brother, who had a face cold enough to freeze ice but gave her a faint smile when their eyes met.

‘What I wanted to restore, what I wanted to protect…’

Medeia suddenly stopped.

Why is she stopping? Has some problem occurred?

The confused guests stirred restlessly.

Then, she felt the warmth of someone grasping her hand.

“…”

It was Chezare.

His hand was large and firm enough to completely envelop Medeia’s hand.

Medeia looked up at him.

When their golden eyes met, she somehow felt as if he understood this strange feeling she was experiencing right now.

‘Even though that couldn’t be possible.’

On this path she had run down breathlessly, it seemed she was no longer alone.

Like this hand that held her firmly, she felt as if a pillar had appeared that she could lean on and rest against for a moment—a feeling both unfamiliar and reassuring.

“Medeia. It’s time to move forward.”

A low voice whispered.

He didn’t move until Medeia took another step forward.

As if he could wait by her side forever.

Finally, Medeia moved forward. Chezare matched his steps with hers again beside her.

Until they reached the end of the Cream-colored Road, the two never stopped walking again.

Walking into the dazzling light that spread before her, Medeia whispered.

Farewell, my Valdina.

Later, the first and last royal wedding recorded in the scriptures of Sacra Montis came to an end in such brilliant joy.

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