The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 345

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Part 2, Chapter 192

[I shall defeat the black dragon and save the world from chaos.]

The story began with the appearance of a handsome hero clad in shining armor.

[I will help you. With our light, we shall bring dawn to this world once more.]

And a beautiful queen as well.

The two soon fell in love.

The queen helped the hero in various ways, finally succeeding in bringing down the black dragon’s army and driving away the darkness.

[Queen of Dawn, I am sorry. Now that light must become mine.]

However, the hero, blinded by power, betrayed his lover.

He sought to monopolize the flame of dawn.

“Oh my my my! How terrible!”

The audience gasped at the passionate performance of the actors wearing splendid masks.

Jason, sitting in one corner of the audience, watched the play with an expressionless face.

[Hero, you were everything to me!]

His red eyes didn’t even twitch.

Meanwhile, the play reached its climax.

[How can this be! Even beasts do not harm their own young!]

On stage, the actress playing the queen screamed while holding a child in her arms.

And she raised her sword toward the sky.

[Everything you loved shall betray you! Even death shall never accept you!]

The final scene of cursing the hero who betrayed her,

At that very moment,

Clatter!

“Duke Castulo?”

Jason shot up from his seat.

“Are you alright? Your face…”

A nobleman beside him looked at Jason’s face in surprise and asked, but he left the audience without even responding.

Behind him, Medeia quietly rose from her seat.

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Medeia looked at the stage expressionlessly through her black veil.

What was unfolding on stage now was the past lives of the two, which she had personally adapted.

Watching Jason leave his seat as if fleeing, Medeia quietly stood up.

“First Prince’s Wife, where are you going?”

Princess Angelique spoke up curiously.

“I’m going to rest for a moment. I feel a bit dizzy.”

“Ah, I see. I was like that too when I was carrying Angelique. I felt sleepy even when sitting still.”

The Dowager Empress stepped forward to smooth things over and opened the way for Medeia to leave her seat.

“You don’t need to follow me.”

Medeia said to the maids who were about to follow her.

“But Your Highness’s safety…”

“This isn’t a separate palace. Who would dare harm me in my own palace?”

Having dismissed the maids, Medeia walked alone down the corridor.

The farther she got from the outdoor theater, the more the bustling noise gradually subsided.

Now all that echoed in the corridor was the sound of her footsteps and the occasional rustling of her dress hem against the floor.

Then, someone blocked Medeia’s path. A shadow fell over her head.

Medeia stopped walking and moved her body.

But the shadow showed no intention of stepping aside.

Medeia slowly lifted her black veil.

“Duke Castulo.”

Jason stood before her.

“Did you do this deliberately to show me?”

His voice was low, but anger was clearly felt in his twisted tone.

“I’m glad you noticed.”

“How could I not know?”

A metallic sound leaked from him, filled with suppressed emotions.

“Do you want to mock and humiliate me? Is that what you want, Medeia? Then go ahead and do it as much as you want. If that’s how you vent your anger, I’ll take it as many times as needed.”

His red eyes took on a dangerous gleam.

“As soon as you heard that bastard was dead, you ran to the iceberg like mad.”

His voice was heavily distorted.

“And you found him and saved that damned life. How very like you, Medeia.”

“…”

“Chezare, that bastard is nothing special either. If it weren’t for you, he would have been a corpse that couldn’t even be found in the snow.”

He chuckled darkly.

“No. He was already living on borrowed time, so he would have been dead and gone already. Dea, you saved him. You rescued him. You resurrected that bastard.”

He seemed angry one moment, then muttered aimlessly the next.

The laughter heard intermittently sounded almost like sobbing.

“But that’s all it amounts to, isn’t it?”

Jason smiled with an excited face.

The smile hanging on his lips was precarious like cracked glass.

“It can’t compare to what you did for me. Just an iceberg, after all.”

“Stop talking nonsense.”

“Nonsense? Yes, I suppose I am a bit mad.”

How could I be sane? He muttered lowly.

“You accomplished what no one else on this continent could do. Only for me.”

Jason’s gaze became distorted.

“I can’t forget it. Your hands, your cheeks still feel like they’re touching me.”

“You’re admitting it now? When did you steal my achievements and play the hero?”

Even at Medeia’s pointed remark, Jason remained unshaken.

“That’s right. Because you loved me then.”

He took another step closer.

His long, dark shadow covered even her feet.

His metallic voice cracked roughly.

“So even now, the one you love more is me.”

Medeia wrinkled her nose. She stepped back, creating distance between them.

“…You’re insane.”

“Even if you choose him, he can’t measure up to what I was to you then, can he?”

Medeia stared at him impassively. It was a disgusted look that said even answering was beneath her.

But Jason didn’t stop.

“That bastard can’t fill the traces I left on you. Dea, you’ll live your whole life carrying me with you. That’s my punishment and my salvation too.”

His red eyes wavered.

“I regretted hurting you to the point of death, but now I’m rather glad. That I remain so deeply within you like that. That I still remain in that pain.”

There was a mixture of contempt and ecstasy for himself, finding comfort in such wounds.

Hot hands gripped Medeia’s wrist. Her green gaze swept over the back of his hand.

“Do you even have the right to say such things?”

“Of course not.”

Jason’s lips twisted.

“With him, marriage is all you have.”

And after glancing at Medeia’s belly, he continued speaking.

“Dea, you and I had children together. Can Chezare overcome that time? Lian and Lea-“

“Jason.”

A voice colder than ice descended upon them.

Medeia coldly shook off the hand that had grabbed her.

“If you had any conscience, you wouldn’t dare speak of those children.”

Jason knew that layers of murderous intent were hidden within that calm voice.

“You must be disappointed that you can’t tear out my heart, Medeia.”

He sneered.

“That’s right.”

Medeia’s agreement cut through his chest.

“It’s horrible that you’re alive.”

Jason shook his head with a distorted face, his heart aching.

“Medeia, in this life you’ve stolen all of my glory, my power, my authority. But you didn’t kill me like the Claudios did. Do you know what that means?”

Jason gripped Medeia’s shoulders.

“It means your feelings for me still remain. It’s proof that you can never erase our love.”

“…”

“You couldn’t forget me!”

“How unfortunate.”

Medeia remained solid as a rock facing waves, even before his desperate struggles.

“What I had with you wasn’t love after all.”

She chuckled softly.

“Don’t deny it, Medeia.”

“You’re the one trying to deny it, Jason. That kind of thing isn’t called love. It’s called charity.”

Medeia shook her head.

“What I gave you, what I shared, what I wanted to bestow upon you. The world calls that pity.”

“Lies! That’s your hypocrisy. I acknowledge it! Even if my heart changed, I don’t hide the fact that I loved you. But you!”

Fire flashed in Jason’s eyes.

“You know, I didn’t understand until I met Chezare. What real affection was, what love truly meant.”

“Medeia!”

He looked ready to explode now.

His clenched lips trembled violently, and veins bulged prominently on the back of his hands.

“Chezare taught me, one by one.”

Medeia quietly exhaled.

“Why are you feeling wronged? Jason, you’re the one who used me while pretending it was love.”

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