The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 328

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Part 2, Chapter 175

“Eliminate the 1st Prince, you say. Jason Castulo. Do you even have the capability for such a thing?”

The Queen Mother deliberately called Jason by the surname the Emperor had given him when stripping away his imperial rights, and snorted derisively.

Knowing that he too was a greedy wolf eyeing the Imperial Throne, how could she join hands with such filthy claws.

“Well. It seems His Majesty has other hopes besides me. Uncle appears to have chosen that bastard Chezare for the Crown Prince position.”

Jason raised the corners of his mouth as if he had expected the Queen Mother’s initial reaction.

Thud-!

Something he threw landed on the cold stone floor.

“Would you like to take a look?”

A purple cloth with exotic patterns was rolled up, soaked in blood.

The Queen Mother stiffened with a start.

That pattern seemed somehow familiar.

“Su, surely not…”

A vague memory of having seen it somewhere slowly surfaced, and her heart gradually sank.

“…Alfred.”

“I heard he met with misfortune on his way back to the kingdom. I was a step too late and could only recover his body to bury him.”

At the name the Queen Mother uttered like a groan, Jason nodded his head.

“Instead of abandoning Your Majesty and Juan, he needed somewhere to vent his anger. His wife’s former lover – how could His Majesty tolerate such a thing?”

“He wasn’t! He and I weren’t in that kind of relationship…!”

“You know it doesn’t matter whether it’s true or not. Uncle never leaves alive those who have shamed him.”

Jason clicked his tongue.

“What a pity.”

The Queen Mother gripped the bundle of cloth tightly.

“Like this… He wasn’t someone who deserved to die. Not someone who should die so meaninglessly, such a dog’s death…”

“Pitifully. He should have left immediately the day after that problematic banquet – if only he hadn’t lingered with whatever attachment he had, he could have saved his life.”

Jason clicked his tongue.

“If he hadn’t left? I would have eventually become nothing but a country bumpkin’s wife following you?”

“Go back. Unless you truly want to kill me, never come again.”

Remembering that last moment when he had secretly come to find her at this tower out of concern, and how she had coldly insulted and driven him away, she bent over, unable to bear it.

Huuuuu. Her long breath mixed with resentment and sorrow.

He had simply fallen into a trap meant for the Queen Mother herself.

He was just an honest man who couldn’t forget old feelings.

‘The First Prince’s Wife…’

Thinking of the person who had dragged Alfred into this death trap, the Queen Mother’s nail marks left deep impressions in the blood-soaked bundle of cloth.

‘And the 1st Prince…’

And that despicable thief who would steal her son’s position to ascend the Imperial Throne.

Jason confirmed the intense hatred settling in the Queen Mother’s eyes and swallowed a satisfied smile.

“How about giving me Your Majesty the Queen Mother’s final masterstroke to stab the 1st Prince in the back. I won’t disappoint you.”

“What masterstroke – if I had one, would I be stuck here like this now?”

The Queen Mother retorted sharply.

Even consumed by resentment, she was never to be underestimated.

“Should I be more precise? I’m talking about that spy Your Majesty the Queen Mother placed in the Mage Tower.”

“…”

The Queen Mother quietly glared at Jason.

‘How does that bastard know about that?’

Only the Queen Mother and her father Count Montfort knew about the existence of the spy placed in the Mage Tower, specifically next to Terrence, who was Chezare’s close associate.

Even Bridget, who had been her close maid, didn’t know.

‘That bastard Chezare kept detecting and eliminating every spy I sent to him, so I had no choice but to go through the Mage Tower.’

As a fellow mage colleague of the 1st Prince’s right hand, Terrence Ipoleto.

“Let me remind you again, Your Majesty the Queen Mother. The opportunity is only now. From the moment he returns, Your Majesty won’t even have room to pull out any masterstrokes.”

“…”

The Queen Mother gritted her teeth tightly.

After taking a breath, she taught Jason the activation words to control the spy’s consciousness.

Then Jason raised the corners of his mouth and asked.

“There’s no chance of him breaking the seal and resisting?”

“It’s a spell carved into his heart with magic before awakening, so resistance is impossible until death. The effect is certain, so don’t worry.”

A short while later, a man emerged from the tower in the darkness.

“How did it go?”

“I obtained it.”

Jason nodded to his waiting subordinate’s question.

The subordinate’s face brightened.

“It was worth eliminating Prince Calais.”

“Yes. If he had been alive, the Queen Mother would never have been blinded by revenge enough to join hands with me.”

Jason’s eyes gleamed coldly in the darkness.

For his own purposes, he felt no guilt about eliminating innocent people and framing others for it.

Just like now, having killed Alfred Calais and pinned the blame on the Emperor.

“Send word to the Black Mages. They will be the final move to eliminate him.”

When Jason received news that Chezare had left the Holy Capital, he trembled with excitement.

‘God has not abandoned me! Finally, an opening has appeared!’

He would absolutely not miss this opportunity to eliminate him.

“The Golden Seat’s mages have never moved directly before. He cannot return alive.”

Then he wouldn’t need to use the Holy Kingdom’s criminal he had painstakingly extracted.

‘There will be no need to cause Dea heartache.’

Jason looked up at the sky. Tonight, the starlight adorning the black night sky was particularly brilliant.

It felt exactly like a sign that the distance between him and her was gradually closing.

‘Everything will return to how it was. I can straighten out all the twisted trajectories.’

Completely unaware that Chezare was gradually approaching the cradle of Black Mages, which was like his own dark secret, a faint smile like a halo hung on Jason’s lips.

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The 1st Prince’s Palace.

Several weeks had passed since Chezare left for the iceberg.

Medeia handled the major affairs of the Empire in place of his absence.

She commanded the retainers, reviewed documents sent to the 1st Prince, and personally inspected the supply situations of various territories and fiefs.

“For the First Prince’s Wife’s work handling to be so smooth, it’s as if you’ve spent decades in this Empire.”

The 1st Prince faction retainers, who had worried about their leader’s absence, couldn’t help but admire her ability to handle affairs as smoothly as flowing water.

“Taking on His Highness Chezare’s share as well while never resting – we’re worried you might fall ill at this rate.”

However, contrary to their concerns, Medeia didn’t push herself unreasonably hard.

The Black Mages who had twisted every moment of her life in her previous existence.

The fact that she could finally make them pay the price actually made her mind clearer.

‘After Chezare wipes out their stronghold, the remaining Black Mages hiding on the continent might start stirring.’

She had already given orders to Neryl and Kensington as well.

She had them maintain readiness to respond immediately to any incidents that might suddenly erupt.

Also, in preparation for possible battles, she notified Menil and the Agema that combat orders could be issued at any time.

Even while spending busy days like this, Medeia would sometimes lift her head to look out the window.

Under the clear sky, as if gauging how far Chezare might have reached by now.

“Your Majesty. These are invitations awaiting your response.”

“Thank you, Lady Tollin.”

Late at night, the lights in the separate palace had not yet been extinguished.

Maid Supervisor Lady Tollin placed letters on the desk.

Along with fragrant tea steaming warmly.

“Then, please rest comfortably.”

A pleased smile spread across her lips as she quietly withdrew.

‘Her Highness is missing her lord.’

This was because Medeia’s days of finishing work at Chezare’s desk were growing longer and longer.

‘True feelings only show when they’re apart from each other. If His Highness Chezare returns safely, the last remaining wall between them will disappear too.’

Lady Tollin quietly withdrew, momentarily indulging in the futile hope that she might soon see an imperial grandchild.

Unaware of this fact, Medeia peacefully finished her reply.

She was about to stamp the final seal when she discovered the sealing wax had run out and stopped her hand.

“It should be somewhere around here.”

It was already late.

Instead of calling a maid, she opened the drawer herself.

In one corner of the drawer, a small crumpled ball of paper caught her eye.

When she casually unfolded it, it was an old piece of letter paper.

The edges were worn, and the handwriting was crooked like a child had written it.

“Chechee?”

Medeia discovered the name written largely at the bottom.

The childhood nickname was surprisingly endearing.

So much so that it was hard to even imagine that child would grow up to gain the infamous reputation of the merciless Black Demon.

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