The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 337

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Part 2, Chapter 184

Ch 9.

Medeia had a dream.

She had returned to the moment of Kazen’s coronation ceremony, when she placed her hand on the oath tablet as Chezare’s wife.

Her name was engraved in the imperial record, and Medeia turned around.

Congratulatory flowers thrown by the people fell drop by drop at her feet.

The sunlight was warm, and a golden road awaited her.

As if compensating for all of Medeia’s memories from her past life, when she couldn’t even receive proper treatment as a legitimate companion beside Jason.

“Medeia.”

Chezare, standing beside her, extended his hand.

The road she would walk with him was a new path Medeia had never seen before, but she wasn’t afraid.

The road shone with golden light.

It scattered flower petals following her steps, and the hand she held was firm.

The certainty was conveyed that their hands would never part in any moment.

The moment a strange feeling of peace and protection enveloped Medeia—

“Medeia de Valdina.”

The scene changed.

She was back in the hall of the Central Temple.

“Therefore, in this place. Medeia de Valdina, Chezare Dwaisler Kazen. I command the fulfillment of the oracle through the engagement of these two people.”

“This bond is the will of the divine, and the oath sealed in blood shall be made under the blessing of the sacred.”

It was the moment when Medeia’s oracle was reestablished through Chezare’s intervention.

Pope Benedict adjusted his miter.

“The Holy Kingdom and this old man shall be witnesses to this oracle.”

But when the Pope pronounced his judgment, unlike in her memory, his miter fell to the floor.

Medeia hesitated as she bent down to pick it up for him.

‘Blood…’

The cream-colored miter was rolling in a pool of blood that had become a muddy mess.

Medeia raised her head.

The Central Temple had long been consumed by black darkness.

She saw round shapes rolling on the floor.

When she turned them over with trembling hands, she realized they were people lying down.

“Your Holiness the Pope… Captain Leonor…”

No more life could be felt from their gray faces.

And finally.

Medeia grabbed a form that was writhing in pain and turned it over.

And the moment she recognized that face.

‘Theo…?’

Medeia’s eyes snapped open.

Chezare was looking down at her, and his hand was still held by hers.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

He asked in a low voice while cupping Medeia’s cheek.

The touch wiping away the cold sweat flowing down was filled with silent affection.

“…I’m fine.”

“Your heart is still racing.”

Perhaps feeling her pulse that wouldn’t easily calm down, his handsome brow furrowed as he examined Medeia.

“…Something seems to have happened at the Central Temple.”

Chezare narrowed his eyes.

‘There were no separate reports about the temple.’

But he knew that Medeia sometimes saw strange visions.

And those visions were always organically connected to reality.

When slaying the Evil Dragon, when catching the False Saint too.

‘She said she discovered me dying on the iceberg through those visions as well.’

“I’ll tell Garo. Since there are Facade members inside the temple too, we’ll know soon.”

Medeia nodded.

The warm touch stroking her cheek, the steady sound of melted snow dripping from the roof soothed her heart.

“…Someone came?”

Then she noticed.

The presence of others in the house where only the two of them had been for several days.

Chezare’s lips curved upward.

“Those who were desperately searching for you have come. Take your time coming down.”

Medeia looked out the window. The blizzard had stopped at some point.

A moment later,

Medeia walked down the stairs step by step.

“Your Majesty!”

Neryl, looking haggard, ran to her.

Behind her, she could also see Menil, Garo, and Terrence.

They were the group that had come to this iceberg to search for Chezare.

“Thank goodness you’re safe. Oh God, thank you.”

Neryl momentarily forgot her position and embraced Medeia,

and Garo also rubbed his reddened eyes.

“Good heavens. Your Majesty. I thought my heart would shrivel up completely. If anything had happened to Your Majesty, I wouldn’t have had the face to meet His Majesty the Emperor of Valdina.”

How much he must have worried—he, who was always cheerful and playful, had lost all his vitality.

“I’m sorry. I made everyone worry.”

Saying this, Medeia gently patted Neryl’s back.

“Neryl, I should have been more careful, you must have worried a lot.”

“No, Your Majesty. This is entirely my negligence. Please punish me for inadequately serving Your Majesty as a guard—”

Neryl stopped mid-sentence.

Her eyes were fixed on her master’s white nape. She took a step back.

“Neryl?”

And she looked back and forth between Medeia and Chezare.

“In that, dangerous, situation… How could… Our, Your Majesty…”

Neryl’s voice leaked out in fragments as she clenched her fists, suppressing her anger.

Unable to contain herself, she glared at Chezare while groping for the sword sheath at her waist.

“Marquis Neryl, you mustn’t, please restrain yourself!”

Garo quickly grabbed and pulled her away.

“Let go of this! Are you taking the side of that shameless Majesty because birds of a feather flock together?”

“Birds of a feather, Marquis Neryl. Don’t you realize I just saved you from mortal danger—”

Garo protested indignantly.

‘How sensitive the boss is to killing intent! There have been countless people whose heads flew off before they could even draw their swords! He’s not the type to show mercy just because you’re an acquaintance!’

Even the oblivious Menil had figured it out.

That during the past few days they had been searching for their masters, the relationship between Medeia and Chezare had become very intimate.

“…”

‘I didn’t expect Neryl to notice this quickly.’

Medeia, the person in question, bit her lip.

After all, wasn’t it she herself who had pulled him down when he said no and shook his head?

Her loyal subordinate was glaring fiercely at Chezare like a hen protecting her chick.

“…Calm down, Neryl.”

Medeia quietly grabbed and pulled Neryl’s sleeve.

Her green eyes wandered in the air before turning red all the way to her ear tips.

“Leave her be, Garo.”

At that moment, a heavy voice was heard.

“It’s true that I was reckless.”

Medeia quickly raised her head. Chezare, noticing her embarrassment, calmly took all the responsibility upon himself.

“However, since Dea cherishes both me and you, a duel would be troublesome. How about a sparring match? You can swing away until your heart is satisfied.”

Chezare lazily curved his lips upward. When Medeia looked back, he added.

“Don’t worry. There won’t be any serious injuries.”

Garo doubted his ears.

“Since when has Boss spoken so gently? And when have you ever watched over sparring so patiently? Isn’t this too much? You used to beat me up all the time, and we’ve been together our whole lives?”

“Then you come too.”

Chezare answered obediently.

“Boss… are you okay?”

Garo, who expected to be casually ignored as usual, tilted his head.

“Did you hurt your head instead of your back?”

He even muttered quietly.

“Be careful, it’s hot.”

Chezare paid no attention at all and offered warm tea to Medeia.

It was a careful and attentive gesture, like giving a cup to a small child. Yet his straight index finger playfully brushed against the back of her hand.

‘…That’s enough.’

Medeia turned her head away, gently pinching the back of his hand as a warning.

She thought she had grown thick-skinned about most things, but right now she wanted to run away.

“Your Highness, I’m relieved you’re safe.”

At that moment, Terrence bowed to Medeia as if breaking the awkwardness.

“Your Highness is our hero. If it weren’t for Your Highness, I don’t even want to imagine what would have happened to His Highness and to us.”

Without Medeia, they would have been buried somewhere in the cold snow of the iceberg, dying by now.

He knelt before Medeia.

And reverently tried to kiss the back of her hand.

It was a ceremonial etiquette for Mage Tower mages to express gratitude.

“Don’t even dream of it. What did you do so well?”

However, Chezare kicked him away. Chezare’s gaze looking down at Terrence was quite cold.

It was the price for Terrence disobeying his orders and bringing Medeia to this dangerous iceberg.

“Still, isn’t it thanks to Your Highness—no, thanks to me bringing Your Highness here—that you’re alive and well right now?”

“Terrence, you’ve become as loose-tongued as Garo.”

Eek. Terrence hastily retreated from the murderous intent rippling in Chezare’s eyes.

“In any case, I’m glad everyone is safe. Quite some time has passed while waiting for the blizzard to stop. There’s been a lot of talk in the Capital City about both of your life and death.”

Terrence changed the subject while reporting news from the capital.

“The Queen Mother has also been released from the Tower. Officially, it was announced as forgiveness considering her past efforts, but in reality, it wouldn’t have been possible without the Emperor’s permission.”

Chezare twisted his lips upward.

“Boss. It seems the Emperor has changed his mind.”

“How unsurprising.”

Chezare’s lips curved up crookedly.

“If the Late Emperor were to care for me, that would be when it’s truly dangerous. It would mean he’s seeing his life flash before his eyes before dying.”

He showed no sign of heartbreak over his father who had forgotten him, let alone tried to save him.

“Who doesn’t know he has a talent for changing sides?”

Perdickas II must have calculated in front of Chezare’s death.

If he had to pass the Imperial Throne to the 3rd Prince anyway, he probably judged it better to curry favor in advance by releasing his mother.

“The Queen Mother is quickly taking control of the Palace again. The 4th Princess was confined to the Palace for trying to poison the Queen Mother, and the Dowager Empress also had her Inner Palace authority stripped away.”

Princess Angelique had opposed the 3rd Prince’s investiture and pleaded for Medeia and Chezare’s rescue.

For the Queen Mother, it was making an example of the 4th Princess.

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