The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 347
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Part 2, Chapter 194
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Imperial Palace.
When the First Prince and his wife entered, the Emperor and key ministers were already seated and waiting.
The atmosphere in the vast hall engraved with Kazen’s imperial crest was so heavy that even breathing seemed difficult.
Medeia appeared behind Chezare.
The envoy from the Holy Kingdom, dressed in cream-colored priestly robes, frowned.
“Why is an apostate who has blasphemed the divine name sitting in on a discussion of continental affairs?”
The High Priest of Kazen who accompanied Medeia hardened his expression at the envoy’s rude words.
‘This fool can’t possibly not know that she is our representative… How could His Holiness send such an idiot again!’
He had rushed here upon hearing that the oracle had been delivered directly to the Kazen Imperial Palace without going through him first.
“Watch your tongue! What rudeness is this toward the First Prince’s wife? If you came as an envoy of the Holy Kingdom, you should observe proper etiquette!”
When Kazen’s High Priest scolded him, the Holy Kingdom’s envoy snorted.
“Hmph, the High Priest has been stuck in Kazen so long he hasn’t grasped the situation yet.”
He glared at Medeia.
“Don’t you know that woman slandered our true representative? It’s because of her that His Holiness the Pope finally fell into a coma while trying to correct that sin!”
“His Holiness… in a coma?”
Kazen’s High Priest’s eyes widened.
“How could you not inform the continental branches of such a grave matter! And what nonsense is this about a true representative!”
“With even the Temple Knights corrupted by that evil and the situation in chaos, where was there time for such procedures?”
The Holy Kingdom’s envoy answered with a sneer.
“Fortunately, High Priest Paollo has taken over as papal regent and Saint Rachel has driven out the wicked ones to restore the temple.”
“What?”
The Kazen High Priest’s white beard trembled.
“Saint Rachel! Are you people in your right minds? I saw with my own two eyes that woman being caught red-handed using black magic! How is that slander!”
Unable to suppress his excitement, he pointed roughly at the envoy.
“Have all the priests of the Central Temple gone mad! Not only releasing a criminal but arbitrarily reinstating her as a saint? This denies thousands of years of church history!”
“How dare you! A mere branch priest questions the central authority’s decisions!”
Thud-!
At that moment, a heavy sculpture thrown by the Emperor clattered loudly to the floor.
The heated argument stopped abruptly.
“Take your dogfight home. This is the Imperial Palace. What’s the point of gathering everyone here, tsk.”
Perdickas II’s voice was tinged with irritation.
The envoy pulled out a scroll from his robes as if he had been waiting for this.
“Of course, Your Majesty. The purpose of this gathering is to convey the sacred Goddess’s words to each nation. The papal regent has solemnly commanded it.”
“Ha, another oracle? The Goddess certainly has much to say to this land, doesn’t she?”
“…”
The priest’s blood boiled at Perdickas II’s irreverent response.
But he could not dare express his anger before Kazen’s Emperor.
“Then please listen, these are the Goddess’s words.”
That reaction would change once he knew the oracle’s contents.
He suppressed his anger and read from the rubbing.
“Chezare, son of Kazen.”
The envoy’s voice echoed through the hall.
“Marry my faithful daughter Rachel and bring peace.”
“…!”
“This is my will, and those who disobey shall receive judgment by their own hands.”
In that moment, the air froze.
A silence mixed with shock and confusion filled the space.
The people present could not understand the oracle’s meaning.
First Prince Chezare and Saint Rachel?
Did they mishear just now?
Moreover, from the earlier argument, Saint Rachel had been a criminal until recently.
From the recent argument, it seemed Saint Rachel had only recently been reinstated from being a criminal.
Such a person with First Prince Chezare?
No, more than that, the First Prince already had a beloved wife.
At a time barely a month after celebrating the conception of an imperial grandson, such an oracle?
‘What on earth does this mean? How could the Goddess issue such an oracle?’
They unconsciously glanced at the First Prince’s wife.
“…”
Medeia was staring intently at the rubbing in the envoy’s hand.
‘Yes. This is… what you prepared.’
A sigh came before surprise.
‘Jason, your selfishness disgusts me.’
He was the person who knew best how much Medeia had despaired over this oracle in her past life.
Yet again, under the pretense of reclaiming Medeia, he chose the same method.
To justify his choice, his betrayal from the past life.
That very thing became the reason Medeia could never accept him…
Jason would never realize it.
Then, Medeia felt Chezare beside her quietly cover her hand with his.
He wrapped all her fingers in one hand and held them firmly.
As if telling her not to waver,
Even as they tried to forcibly tear open her deepest wound, reminding her that she was not alone.
That solid warmth was speaking.
A corner of her parched heart was moistened as if sprinkled with sweet rain.
‘Yes, for now I should celebrate.’
Rachel and Jason, if this was what you two managed to concoct together,
‘I also have something prepared for my turn.’
It was time to rejoice that the hiding mice had finally emerged from their holes to bare their teeth.
“Ahem!”
Meanwhile, the Holy Kingdom’s envoy enjoyed the shocked silence of the court.
Just as he was about to triumphantly recite the oracle again.
“…Chezare, son of Kazen, shall marry my faithful daughter Rachel- Urk!”
A streak of cold light cut through the air.
Swish-
A silver dagger grazed the envoy’s mouth.
As he clutched his torn lips, the scroll in his hand clattered to the floor.
“Wh-what are you doing!”
The envoy glared toward where the dagger came from, covering his bleeding mouth.
If it had been just a span closer, that blade would have pierced through his mouth.
“When spouting nonsense, you should be prepared to have your mouth torn.”
A chilling voice cut through and echoed in the hall.
It was Chezare.
“With only such fools left, the Holy Kingdom’s destruction must be near. Don’t you know I’m already married?”
His voice was thick with cynicism rather than anger.
“Or have the self-proclaimed saviors, children of the divine, become so corrupt as to openly advocate such treachery?”
The Holy Kingdom couldn’t possibly not know or forget.
Chezare and Medeia’s wedding ceremony had been held in their very own Central Temple.
“B-but an oracle has been issued! The Goddess’s words take precedence. The papal regent…”
The envoy shouted while grasping the scroll with his bloodied hand.
Though his lips were torn making his pronunciation unclear, his voice rang out powerfully.
“Whether it’s the Pope’s dog or the Pope himself, deliver this message clearly.”
If they dare pull such nonsense even once more with that worthless piece of paper, heads will roll first.
Everyone straightened their backs at the murderous voice that echoed through the hall.
The air grew coldly sharp as if announcing tragedy.
However, the messenger whose courage had grown beyond his liver failed to sense that killing intent and instead glared defiantly.
That anger was directed toward Medeia.
Getting slapped by Chezare but taking out his frustration on her instead.
“Now that the wicked nature of the First Prince’s Wife who slandered the Saint has been fully revealed, this is the word the Goddess has sent down again to correct the wrong—”
“Yes, that would be best.”
Chezare muttered lowly.
As if even arguing was now pointless.
Shing—.
The sword slid smoothly out, cutting through the air. It was killing intent filled with overwhelming pressure.
‘E-even drawing his sword is so fast!’
The messenger’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.
“E-even Valdina’s Emperor did not kill the messenger of divine oracles! If you kill me.”
To try beheading the messenger first without even bothering to hear him out!
“I-it’s war! Surely you don’t intend to fight against the Holy Kingdom and all the Old Churches of the continent—!”
“That sounds good too.”
The First Prince cut off the messenger’s words and twisted up the corner of his mouth.
“It’s a perfect justification to crush them all.”
He slowly raised the tip of his sword.
Now the murderous sword aura rippled up to the messenger’s chin.
The messenger turned deathly pale while clutching the rubbing to his chest.
Feeling the silver sword coming down in a straight line toward him, he squeezed his eyes shut.
“First Prince!”
Just as the gleaming sharp blade was about to cleave through both messenger and rubbing.
Clang—!
Red lightning flashed.
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