The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 277

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Part 2, Chapter 124

“I, I am….”

At that moment, Medeia emerged from outside.

‘Medeia.’

Did she hear his faint voice escaping his lips? Medeia raised her head.

Jason unconsciously stepped toward her.

However, the moment those green eyes captured him, Jason stopped dead in his tracks.

The flames burning in those indifferent green eyes were directed at Jason.

Though she didn’t even open her mouth once, Jason felt shame as if a whip was lashing him.

Because he knew all too well that no excuse could free Jason from his own transgressions.

Thud. He collapsed to his knees as if crumbling.

‘Where did it go wrong, where can I turn back from?’

No matter how much he rationalized, he desperately denied that nothing was possible before the already spilled water.

“Medeia, I am… I too….”

But still, he had to explain.

The reason he had no choice, the reason he had to do it.

He reached out his hand.

In that moment that felt like eternity, Medeia’s eyes widened.

Her gaze shifted away.

Her wavering green eyes were directed at Jason, but they were unfocused as if looking at something else.

Then, as if all strength left her body, she swayed and lost consciousness.

“Your Highness!”

“Medeia!”

Before the startled Jason could move first, firm hands caught her first.

It was Chezare.

He caught the collapsing Medeia and pulled her into his arms.

Like an agile leopard, he smoothly pulled back.

He created distance so that not even Jason’s fingertip or shadow could reach.

Hidden completely by his sturdy frame, all Jason could see was a handful of silver hair.

At that moment, Jason wore an expression as if his soul had left him.

The sight of Chezare embracing Medeia without a single gap gave him a greater shock than watching their wedding.

With a face marked by anger and helplessness, Jason raised his voice.

“Move aside, shouldn’t we check her condition first! What are you trying to do so dangerously on your own-“

“Remove him.”

Chezare commanded his subordinates behind him with an expressionless face.

And he quietly lifted Medeia in his arms.

Sparks flew from Jason’s eyes.

“Let go! Let go! I need to see Medeia! It’s my responsibility, it’s because of me!”

‘That Medeia lost consciousness means her feelings for me haven’t completely disappeared!’

A ray of hope bloomed in Jason’s eyes swirling with shame and anguish.

‘The opposite of love isn’t hatred. It’s indifference. Dea, you still love me.’

The moment the truth of their past life was revealed, Medeia lost consciousness before him.

Wasn’t that intense reaction clear evidence that she was still shaken by him?

“You don’t know anything!”

The moment Jason shouted, Chezare’s footsteps stopped as he walked carrying Medeia.

“You don’t know, that the tenacious bond between us two cannot be severed by the likes of you. She and I will never-“

“What are you dawdling for, Garo.”

Chezare turned his shoulder.

“Are you going to let him keep barking?”

Though it was his usual languid tone, Garo realized that somehow his energy was on edge.

“Huh? Oh, I know, I know! Leave it to me!”

“Let go! Let go! Medeia! I should be by her side! I’m the one who- Gack!”

Jason tried to follow Chezare, but was caught by Chezare’s subordinates.

“Why has our Duke been acting like this lately? Have you given up on wanting to live long? You’ve forgotten the days of holding your breath underwater, and now you don’t even read the room.”

“Mmph-!”

“If you’re going to bark, you should clean your throat properly too.”

Garo stuffed a handkerchief into the struggling Jason’s mouth.

Swish, a blade drawn from his pocket glinted in the darkness.

When a chilling aura that didn’t match his mischievous eyes passed by, Jason flinched.

“Shh, it seems we both have a lot of history, so let’s not make noise. We can’t let the sound of slaughtering pigs echo in this sacred temple.”

Jason had to shamefully watch his wife being carried away in another man’s arms with his mouth gagged.

* * *

Central Temple, Prince Kazen’s quarters.

Terrence straightened up. In his hands were a medicine bottle and cloth.

“Some kind of energy is clashing inside her body. The Princess isn’t sick. However, it seems to be a side effect of her body not adapting as the unfamiliar energy intensified.”

On the bed where he stood, Medeia lay with her eyes closed.

“It’s not magic power. Though it’s also difficult to definitively call it holy power.”

A little while ago, Terrence had also been present when it was revealed in the Hall of Judgment that Medeia was the Holy Kingdom’s hidden saint.

But to call it the power of a saint….

“There’s some unfamiliar energy mixed in. It’s not the familiar flow of holy power… However, with my abilities, it’s difficult to accurately identify what it is. My master might know….”

Chezare frowned slightly.

Because Terrence’s master, the Matap Master, had returned to the Mage Tower immediately after the wedding ended.

“He rarely leaves the tower, but since he made a rare outside trip this time, he probably won’t come out again for a while.”

Then, it became noisy outside the door.

Soon after, the door burst open and Peleus appeared with the Valdina party.

As soon as Peleus spotted his sister lying on the bed, he immediately strode over.

“Why is Dea like this?”

A faint smell of blood wafted from him.

He had just finished capturing the black mages who barely escaped from the Central Temple.

“We caught the fake saint, so why did this happen again? And what’s this about the holy relic revealing Dea?”

“Please calm down, Your Majesty. It seems the power dwelling within the Princess’s body temporarily went berserk.”

Terrence calmly explained the whole story.

Along with the series of events and the aspect of mixed energies felt from Medeia’s body.

“It’s similar to the magic rampage that knights experience when awakening their aura. Fortunately, judging by the flow and nature of the energy, it doesn’t seem to intend harm to Her Highness.”

“Haa….”

Peleus pressed his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut.

‘Why does this child never have a single peaceful day?’

Just when they thought they had exposed the fake saint, once again an unidentifiable energy had consumed Medeia.

He only felt sorry for his sister lying there so pale.

“…Why did the First Prince neglect the situation to reach this point?”

Then, a sharp voice was heard.

“We left the Princess’s side because we trusted that the First Prince would safely protect our Highness in our stead. But when our Highness becomes like this in less than half a day,”

The low lamplight reflected off the monocle. Because of this, the expression of the speaker couldn’t be seen properly.

The ice-cold, ruthless criticism continued without pause.

“Those confident promises you made have crumbled so futilely even here in the Holy Kingdom. Will our Highness truly be safe in Kazen?”

“Count Sisear.”

“If you had shown us this side earlier, this marriage would never have taken place. I’m curious about your reason for hiding it until the very end.”

Even Peleus looked back at Sisear with a surprised face.

Because regardless of the situation, he hadn’t expected Sisear, who prided himself on cool reason, to press a foreign country’s royalty this far.

“Did you hide your true feelings, or do you mean to cast off pretense and hypocrisy now that the ceremony is over?”

“Prime Minister, aren’t your words too harsh? Do you think His Highness our Prince is some kind of god? How could we have predicted Her Highness the Princess’s awakening?”

Sisear’s blatant criticism made even the composed Terrence burst with anger.

“Then should we blame the First Prince’s notoriously ill-fated destiny? Since all those by his side have died young, did that ominous energy transfer to our Highness as well?”

The air in the room froze sharply. Terrence glared at Sisear.

“Emil Leges Sisear. The alliance and bond we sought to forge with Valdina surely didn’t mean we would tolerate insults to my lord.”

However, Sisear wasn’t looking at Terrence. He was looking at Chezare.

“Well. One side’s sincerity doesn’t always return at the same value. Isn’t that right, First Prince?”

Though his voice was calm, the sharply honed hostility within it could not be hidden.

“…You seem to have much to say.”

The First Prince’s golden eyes quietly met Sisear’s sharp gaze before briefly glancing at Medeia.

“Let’s go outside and talk.”

Chezare turned around, stopping Terrence from following with a single gesture.

The cold air of the corridor settled heavily.

Where the two men faced each other, an especially deep chill lingered.

“Do you perhaps have something you wish to discuss with me alone, First Prince?”

The clear mockery embedded in his calm tone spread over the dim air.

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