The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 275

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Part 2, Chapter 122

After satisfactorily confirming that everything was prepared for prayer, she turned around.

“No one must be allowed to enter until I return.”

“Yes, Saint.”

After giving firm orders to the attending priest, Rachel approached the back wall of the chapel.

She pressed one of the old bricks.

Click.

The hidden stone wall slowly slid open, revealing a secret passage.

Rachel stepped into the passage, carrying a lit lantern.

While everyone believed she was still remaining in the chapel, Rachel was drawing closer to Medeia with each step.

Creak.

Finally emerging from the passage, Rachel closed the stone wall door and entered the Hall of Judgment.

Medeia’s corpse was placed on the altar.

Her face with closed eyes was peaceful.

Her pale appearance, drained of life, looked like a martyr from the scriptures.

The death of Medeia de Valdina.

“I did it. I won.”

The moment of victory spread before her eyes was surprisingly sweet.

A smile spread across Rachel’s lips. She felt like she could die from satisfaction.

“All that talk about stealing this girl’s fate one by one was useless nonsense. When I stepped forward myself, it ended so quickly.”

She had broken the agent in one blow, whom even those great Black Mages who had built their power in darkness for half a century dared not touch.

“What good would it do for God to love you. Child of prophecy, incarnation of Venus… Ahaha. Such grand names are meaningless when you’re so pathetic. Look at your miserable state, unable to foresee even your own death.”

A flash of mockery crossed Rachel’s eyes.

“Medeia, while you were intoxicated by the fate they bestowed upon you, I came this far without a single such blessing, with only my hands, with my blood!”

Rachel bent down and whispered in Medeia’s ear.

“The truly chosen one is me.”

Rachel drew a dagger from her bosom.

The sharp blade, which seemed like it would cut skin with just a graze, trembled with joy.

If the Princess were found dead with a dagger stuck in her, brutally murdered in this sacred place watched over by the statue of the Goddess of Justice,

“Wouldn’t it look exactly like divine punishment?”

The corners of Rachel’s mouth stretched long.

“God punished the insolent one who arbitrarily defied the Goddess’s will.”

And she would be remembered as the one who alone understood the Goddess’s will through all opposition and criticism, as the true agent of God.

Rachel gripped the dagger properly. The hand holding the dagger was her left hand.

Her rotting right hand was nothing more than a lump of meat that could no longer be used, barely hidden by layers of black magic.

Rachel glanced sideways at the goddess statue.

‘How dare you make my hand like this?’

This was revenge not only against Medeia, but also against the Goddess.

‘Watch with your own eyes how your beloved child is humiliated until death.’

“Hehe, heehee… Ahaha.”

The laughter mixed with madness sounded like crying.

Rachel raised the dagger high. Then she aimed the sharp point toward Medeia’s heart.

“I’ll take good care of your portion. Don’t be too resentful. When the Primordial Darkness awakens, everyone will soon be in your state.”

Just as she was about to strike down toward Medeia’s heart—

Medeia, who had her eyes closed, suddenly opened them wide.

“…!”

At the same time, cold hands snatched Rachel’s wrist.

“How, how is this…”

Rachel’s eyes trembled greatly with shock.

A corpse coming back to life?! She had definitely confirmed that she wasn’t breathing!

“It’s poison made from Primordial Darkness. There’s no way you could come back to life…!”

How did she come back to life? Did that precious Goddess intervene? Was there an antidote?

“Just how…”

Rachel’s eyes widened as she muttered. Then she soon realized.

“You again… You deceived me again.”

The scenes of Medeia drinking all the holy water in the silver cup before her eyes, not breathing, passed through Rachel’s mind one by one.

From the beginning, this girl had never died.

Rachel gritted her teeth. Her mind burned with rage.

“You didn’t… drink the holy water. You deceived me by even pretending to be dead.”

“I felt I should show sincerity befitting Saint’s devotion.”

At the calm reply without any explanation, Rachel’s face contorted like a demon.

The realization that she had been toyed with by Medeia crushed her pride. Hatred toward her boiled up from deep in her chest.

“Oh, Medeia…”

Rachel quickly scanned the room.

A confined space with no escape route. Medeia was now unarmed and bare-handed.

So…

“Nothing changes.”

Murderous intent flashed in Rachel’s violet eyes.

“If your life is long and you haven’t died yet, I’ll just kill you again!”

Just as Rachel was about to strike down with the dagger again.

“Dieeeee!”

Medeia rolled her body off the altar to dodge.

Rachel pursued Medeia with bloodshot eyes.

‘Kill her. I can only stand properly when that thing is gone. I must kill that girl!’

Rachel felt to her bones that if she didn’t eliminate Medeia, her entire life would be blocked.

However, Medeia’s movements were too quick for Rachel to catch up.

“Catch her quickly!”

Rachel barked at the attending priest.

“What are you doing not catching her! Hold her tight so she can’t escape!”

However, contrary to the Saint’s thoughts, the attending priest only watched her.

“What are you staring blankly at! Catch her, kill her!”

The Saint reached out to grab the Princess. It was a precarious distance where she seemed about to be caught at any moment.

However, Medeia twisted her body in that split second, and Rachel’s body, unable to overcome inertia, crashed into the wall with mural paintings.

At that moment, the huge mural hanging on the wall stretched down like silk and poured down.

Then the glass wall that had been hidden behind it was revealed.

Lights turned on, illuminating the faces of people inside the glass wall.

Pope Benedict and the High Priests, Temple Knights…

“Th-this is…”

“Saint Rachel, right now… What exactly are you doing?!”

A sharply ringing voice.

The Pope, who had opened the glass wall and emerged, was glaring fiercely at Rachel.

Rachel froze as if her breath had stopped. Blood gradually drained from her face.

Past the shocked faces of the priests, she could see her own reflection in the glass wall.

Disheveled hair, eyes filled with hatred, lips twisted with madness.

Holding up a dagger, trying to stab Medeia…

It was a fierce and ugly appearance, unbelievable for the Saint who had always been beautiful and benevolent.

“S-Saint…”

Even High Priest Paollo was looking at her with disbelieving eyes.

Clang.

The dagger fell from Rachel’s hand.

“N-no, it’s not.”

She immediately shook her head. However, her voice was frail, as if she herself knew it was a feeble excuse.

“I can explain. Why I… No, I’m innocent. Everyone, you mustn’t believe this.”

“Are you going to deny what these old eyes and ears have seen and heard?”

The Pope threw out the question in a sharp voice.

“Have you forgotten that you admitted with your own mouth your scheme to kill the Princess and disguise her death as the Goddess’s will?!”

The words she had arrogantly spouted just moments ago to insult the dead Medeia were now strangling Rachel’s throat.

“No, that’s! Your Holiness, there’s been a misunderstanding. I can explain. Your Holiness, you must believe me—”

“Rachel, you said that the Primordial Darkness would be resurrected.”

“I’ll gladly take your share. Don’t feel too wronged. When the Primordial Darkness awakens, everyone will soon end up like you.”

The Pope’s eyes mercilessly pierced through the Saint.

He was now looking at the Goddess’s undying concern and the Old Church’s ancient enemy.

“Reveal your true identity. What exactly are you after by disguising yourself as a Saint?”

In the end, she had been found out.

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