The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 283

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Part 2, Chapter 130

The lady had no way of knowing that she already had two children… Medeia quietly closed the book.

Whether the book existed or not, the situation wouldn’t change much.

Despite having loved Jason, the nights she had spent with him remained as unpleasant memories in her recollection.

Even so, now, seeing the lady’s flustered appearance, Medeia also suppressed a small laugh.

“Your Highness, you may not understand what I mean now, but when the time comes, you will know…”

“Yes, my lady. Please don’t worry too much.”

Medeia nodded indifferently. However, since she had no intention of taking the book, she secretly put it aside.

“What is this?”

But perhaps heaven knew of Lady Pinatelli’s sincerity, as coincidentally, the mysterious book soon caught the eyes of Medeia’s maids.

Neryl, who had casually opened the book thinking it was something special because its cover was beautifully decorated with silk, froze like a stone.

“Th-this…”

Then her face turned red and blue. Rather than embarrassment, it was an expression filled with anger.

“What bastard brought such an insolent thing!”

“Sister Neryl, what kind of book is it that makes you react like that?”

“You… don’t need to know. If you open it, you’ll be in trouble.”

When Saya asked, Neryl shuddered and threw the book far away.

Curious Saya peeked her head out slightly.

‘Looking at how it’s covered with silk, it seems like a precious book, so I can’t just dispose of it carelessly. I should ask Her Highness again.’

The overly diligent young maid retrieved the book that Neryl had thrown in the trash and placed it on top of the luggage.

Then, busy with preparations, she forgot about it completely.

Lady Pinatelli’s book was thus silently buried in the luggage again.

The next day, dawn broke.

The Emperor of Valdina accompanied his sister to the border of the Holy Kingdom to see her off.

“Dea. You must always stay healthy. If anything happens, you must definitely let this brother know.”

“It’s not like we’ll never see each other again.”

Medeia hugged her brother tightly.

“Peleus.”

Blue eyes, silver hair. Her blood relative who resembled her remarkably.

“We’ve fulfilled father’s wish to make Valdina great, and restored mother’s honor, so now I hope you can be a little more free, brother.”

“…”

“I should have told you this earlier.”

The fact that Valdina’s former queen was not a lowly dancer but of sacred tribal bloodline would soon be known throughout the continent.

Peleus turned his head to Vice-Captain Menil standing behind Medeia.

Menil understood the signal and bowed.

“Do not worry, Your Majesty. We will risk our lives to protect Princess.”

Peleus, who couldn’t feel at ease sending his only sister to the Kazen Empire crawling with wolves, had tried to send Diangel, the head of the Agema, with her.

However, due to Medeia’s strong opposition, he could only let her take Vice-Captain Menil.

“That guy Menil still lacks control over his aura and is insufficient in many ways.”

“Do you want to take Sir Diangel and have him stolen away?”

Would that greedy Perdickas II just sit and watch a famous general of Valdina placed before his eyes?

At the reasonable point, Peleus sighed and nodded.

His blue eyes turned to Chezare, who was looking at him from a span away.

Whenever he remembered that the blood of the greedy Emperor Kazen flowed in that man’s body, his spine tingled with alertness as if on a battlefield.

‘But he’s also the man Dea chose.’

For him, who treasured his sister’s words like gold, he had no choice but to trust for now.

Peleus extended his hand to Chezare. Chezare hesitated for a moment, then took that hand.

“I’m counting on you.”

However, perhaps because he still didn’t find him satisfactory, unconsciously, strength entered his fist with a squeeze.

It was a grip strength that would make an ordinary person scream.

Moreover, Peleus pretended to pat Chezare’s shoulder friendly while quietly approaching and whispering.

“If you hurt that child, I’ll take her back to Valdina without hesitation.”

Adding that he planned to choose the second brother-in-law from among his own countrymen, someone to his liking.

“It seems you already had someone in mind.”

Chezare murmured languidly. However, Peleus had just seen faint sparks flash in his golden eyes.

The grip that met his was also filled with strength.

“Stay healthy, brother.”

Chezare smiled without batting an eye.

“Next time, let’s meet with a nephew.”

Seeing the blue eyes cool down coldly, Chezare’s lips curved up more.

“What are you talking about for so long?”

Medeia, who had finished saying goodbye to others, looked at the two men’s clasped hands and slightly raised an eyebrow.

“…”

The way they stepped back as if burned was somewhat similar.

It seemed their relationship had improved quite a bit while collaborating on chasing Rachel and her backers this time.

“Your Highness, it’s time to depart.”

Medeia nodded. When she was about to board the carriage, Chezare silently extended his hand.

The arm she placed her hand on was smooth yet firm.

Clatter. Clatter.

The carriage wheels slowly began to move.

Medeia opened the window. The Valdinians smiled and waved their hands.

Peleus gazed for a long time at the carriage running out into the bright sunlight.

He couldn’t leave his spot until his sister’s face was no longer visible through the small window of the carriage.

The smile that had been facing Medeia had long since disappeared.

“O God.”

If you truly chose Dea as your representative.

“Please protect that child.”

Like an exhale, an earnest wish that was neither prayer nor sigh flowed out.

If not for the emperor’s crown on his head, people would not have dared to look away from the beautiful young man lost in melancholy.

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The central temple of the Holy Kingdom, underground prison.

Damp moss and a faint smell of blood brushed past her nose. The pitch-black darkness felt against her skin gradually consumed the woman.

Then, a bright red torch flashed before her eyes, tearing through her vision.

Splash—!

Ice-cold water poured from her head roughly dragged Rachel’s consciousness up.

“Hurry up and speak, you disgusting wench.”

Rachel blinked her eyes open.

She couldn’t tell how much time had passed.

How many times had she been thrown into this cold reality after the distant darkness briefly receded? How many nights?

One hand was grotesquely shriveled, and thick shackles that restrained magic power were fastened to her remaining hand and feet.

“If you bring… Medeia… the Princess… I’ll tell you…!”

However, Rachel’s face still retained some beauty when she raised her head.

That was why the interrogation hadn’t reached its worst point. But Rachel wasn’t grateful at all.

‘Do you think I don’t know you’re planning to use me to catch the black mages?’

“So quickly, bring her… before me. While you’re dawdling like this, the black mages are slowly devouring the continent.”

Are you going to leave it like this? Don’t you need to save the continent?

“So go back and tell them. I will only open my mouth in front of Medeia—”

“You still haven’t come to your senses.”

Splash—!

The guard lifted the bucket again and poured ice water on her.

“How long has it been since the Princess left, and you’re still going on about Her Highness?”

“What?”

Rachel flinched. She grabbed the guard’s sleeve with her withered hands.

She hadn’t expected to be deprived of even the chance to show the last desperate struggle she had prepared.

“Le-left? Wh-where to?”

“Where else but Kazen, of course! She’s going to be the 1st Prince’s bride!”

Rachel couldn’t understand.

“That can’t be. I’m still here…”

“Ha, what are you supposed to be? Do you still think you’re the Saint we used to revere? That person is someone you can’t even dare to look up at anymore!”

The guard spat and roughly kicked the bars. But Rachel, in shock, didn’t seem to hear him.

“Her Highness the Princess is not here.”

At the low voice that rang out from behind, the guard turned around as if frozen.

It was Leonor, the Knight Commander, wearing cream-colored armor.

“Sir Leo… nor…”

Rachel quickly put on a pitiful expression. Leonor had been watching her from before, just without revealing his presence.

Contempt appeared on his face.

“Sir, don’t you believe me either? Have you truly been deceived by that woman’s schemes?”

Rachel trembled.

She lifted her head. The dirty interior of the sealed underground prison, without even a palm-sized window, came into view.

She couldn’t even remember when she had last seen the sky.

By now, the carriage carrying Medeia would be running freely under the clear sky.

Why. Why only me.

It was when bloodshot veins appeared in Rachel’s eyes.

“Drag her out. His Holiness has ordered her to be moved to the Pitch Black Layer.”

“Yes.”

The Pitch Black Layer? Going somewhere even worse than here? Rachel muttered with vacant eyes, then soon contorted her expression.

If she went there, escape would become impossible.

It was so deep within the Central Temple that even the Black Mages couldn’t easily infiltrate it.

‘If they abandon me,’

She might spend the rest of her life rotting in that pit of darkness.

Rachel’s face turned pale as she realized she had been driven into a dead end.

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