The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 332

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Part 2, Chapter 179

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“This place is….”

Where am I?

When Medeia came to her senses, she was standing alone in the center of a snow field.

She realized too late that she had become separated from her companions.

“Chezare!”

Her cry was merely swallowed by the echoing reverberations through the mountains.

Chezare’s cave, shown by the fragment of illusion, was nowhere to be seen.

With the already treacherous mountain terrain covered in snow, it was impossible to recognize any cave, and even taking a single step was precarious.

Whoooosh—

A fierce blizzard raged.

The snowflakes brushing past her face were piercingly cold, and with each step she took, her feet sank deep into the snow.

The relentlessly falling snow covered even the traces of where she had walked.

Snow was everywhere.

Moving by instinct alone, at some point she had completely lost her way.

The weather grew dark, and the bone-cutting wind remained mercilessly sharp.

The isolation and fear of having to push through the snow alone in the vast wilderness gripped her chest.

‘Chezare, did he endure this too?’

Medeia suddenly thought.

‘His attack on the Golden Tower and complete pursuit of the Black Mages… it was all for my sake in the end.’

She had realized this during the journey here.

If it had been the original him, he would have waited for the moment when the Black Mages broke their taboos and revealed themselves before striking.

But now, the reason he tried to completely uproot even the Black Mages still shrouded in secrecy was for one reason alone—Medeia’s safety.

And it was also vicarious revenge for her life, which had been toyed with by the Black Mages in her previous life.

‘So if it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have needed to wander through this deadly place.’

Medeia bit her lips tightly.

‘If I really… can’t find him? If I can’t find Chezare somewhere in this vast mountain, then I…’

That’s when it happened.

“Ahahaha! Oh my, Medeia. You’re crying! How pitiful!”

A familiar voice that shouldn’t have been audible reached her ears.

Looking up with a start, Rachel was there, giggling with laughter.

“Then… just die…!”

Slash—!

The moment Rachel lunged, Medeia’s sword cut through the snow.

The gray blizzard in Rachel’s form silently disappeared.

It was an afterimage created by the darkness still remaining within the Black Mages’ barrier.

“See, this uncle told you not to act up. Don’t you still understand that everyone dies a dog’s death when they’re near you?”

Claudios created by the darkness appeared next, and Medeia cut them down as well.

“Mother, please save me. Mother, I want to live!”

“Motherrrr!”

However, at the very end.

When her children emerged from the fierce blizzard, Medeia could only stand there in a daze.

The image of her young son clinging to Medeia’s feet and crying gradually grew larger, then transformed into Rachel.

“Mother, why did you send Lian away?”

No, Rachel was mimicking Lian. Speaking in a child’s voice as if mocking Medeia.

Medeia’s hand holding the sword trembled aimlessly.

“Ahaha, did you think this life could be different? How arrogant. Look around. Who’s by your side now! No one, absolutely no one!”

Rachel, transformed into an evil spirit, cackled. She mocked the staggering Medeia.

The gray blizzard circling around Medeia grew larger and larger.

‘You know this. It’s just an illusion caused by black magic.’

Medeia bit her lips to avoid losing herself to the darkness.

But facing even her children’s forms, it was difficult to maintain her sanity despite the metallic taste of blood.

“Chezare died because of you too in the end! Just like your brother, your children!”

“He’s not dead.”

“Not dead? Both you and he will be devoured here without leaving a single corpse! If you had quietly let me take everything, they would all still be alive.”

“Stop it!”

Medeia covered her ears with both hands. Then she repeated to herself as if speaking to herself.

“No, that’s not right. That’s not true.”

He’s alive. And he will definitely return to my side. So…

Cold snowflakes touched her burning eyes.

Something stirred in the deepest part of her chest.

She only now realized that it was fear.

“Please.”

A faint voice leaked between her lips.

Even Medeia herself hadn’t thought that Chezare’s life or death would become so desperately important to her.

“Oh God, please. Or anyone else.”

Help me. Guide me to him.

Since vowing revenge and traveling back through time, Medeia had abandoned all emotions.

Everything she considered an obstacle to her goals.

‘Because I know how love can blind a person.’

Because she had personally experienced how much a person could be destroyed and fall into despair through blind affection.

So she had feared it, tried to avoid it, and thus lost it.

While hoping this life would be different, she couldn’t accept the greatest change and kept stepping backward.

“Medeia. Give me orders. Tell me to cut down the enemies you point to and fulfill your wishes.”

Among those changes, the greatest turning point in Medeia’s life was Chezare Cazen himself.

“I’ll stop if you tell me to stop. But not now. Not when the world is targeting you like this.”

He had protected Medeia without the slightest hesitation even before the world’s blade.

The only one who had silently erased the wounds of her scarred past life with new time was Chezare.

“No.”

I don’t want to lose him. I can’t lose him like this.

An intense longing surged up.

From a place where even Medeia herself believed everything had already died and disappeared, leaving only a handful of ashes.

Only then did she realize.

“Chezare…”

Her true feelings toward him.

“I’m sorry for being so selfish, Dea.”

She shouldn’t have let that departing back go.

She shouldn’t have let his last words remain as an apology about affection.

She should have grasped those hesitating fingertips. And she should have said it.

That she felt the same way as him.

“I won’t retreat anymore. So please.”

Chezare, please return him to me.

When she was completely alone, when no hoped-for or expected hope was visible, her true wish finally flowed out.

That’s when it happened.

The necklace in Medeia’s embrace slowly rose into the air.

One side of her vision gradually blurred as if being colored,

A faint cream-colored form transformed into the shape of a woman.

A woman with silver hair like Medeia’s and green eyes, with a somehow familiar appearance, reached out her hand to Medeia.

Whoooosh—!

At the same time, Rachel’s afterimage and the gray blizzard that had been surrounding Medeia all vanished in an instant.

The woman took Medeia’s hand, who was staring blankly at the scene, and helped her up.

Then, she brought over the golden thread extending from the necklace and placed it directly in Medeia’s hand.

“….”

Somehow, the gaze looking down at her was both gentle and sorrowful.

At the same time, a very faint longing brushed against Medeia.

“…M-Mother?”

A memory of seeing this woman long ago surfaced. So long ago that it had been buried somewhere in the depths of her memory.

Instead of answering, the woman smiled softly and briefly kissed Medeia’s forehead.

Then once again, she touched the golden thread of light extending from the necklace.

Tang-!

With a clear sound like plucking a harp string, the woman disappeared.

The blizzard had already stopped.

“…Mother, did you help me?”

Medeia wiped away the tears that had flowed down one cheek. She swallowed down the surging longing.

Now no one’s afterimage appeared before her eyes.

Only a golden thread of light stretched out like Venus’s orbit.

Medeia simply walked little by little, following the golden thread from the necklace.

And finally.

She stopped in front of a cave.

“Chezare!”

Medeia was finally able to encounter her true heart.

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