The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 352

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Part 2, Chapter 199

Medeia gazed calmly at the Emperor.

“Then I must remind Your Majesty. That Chezare and my marriage was also ordained by divine oracle.”

“You…!”

“Ah. But of course, Your Majesty didn’t attend the wedding or the coronation, so it’s understandable you might forget.”

Beneath her elegant eyebrows, cynicism spread with every word.

“By the Goddess’s word, it was the first marriage vow sworn before all on the continent, including Valdina. Since the primordial oracle is held most sacred in continental history, my oracle also takes precedence over this second one.”

Medeia’s voice was calm, but each syllable was infused with cold anger.

“Therefore, the Empress position Your Majesty spoke of belongs to me, and the Imperial Consort position rightfully goes to her.”

Perdickas II’s breath caught. It felt as if someone had kicked him hard in the solar plexus.

“So, Your Majesty should give the proposal you made to me directly to the Holy Kingdom, to that False Saint. Tell them to entrust their child to me.”

False Saint.

She boldly voiced the suspicions about Saint Rachel that everyone in the Empire had been careful to mention since the oracle came down.

“And please convey my words as well.”

Medeia added.

“Then I will bury her, Rachel, and the child to be born from her womb, all together in a sunny place where not even a blade of grass grows,”

Medeia’s green eyes gleamed coldly.

“Tell them not to worry and to come to Kazen quickly.”

…Bury them together?

The Head Servant wondered if he had misheard.

But seeing Perdickas II’s face turn red and blue, looking ready to burst, he realized he had heard correctly.

The First Prince’s Wife had just declared with her own mouth that if the Saint insisted on the oracle and married the First Prince, she would kill her that very day.

“This, this wicked thing…!”

The green eyes that glowed with the fierce light of a starving beast conveyed an unwavering will to make her words come true.

It was solid like an ancient tree.

Even if storms raged and tsunamis rose, that firm resolve seemed like it would never break, sending chills down one’s spine.

“Chezare coughs up blood every single day! Seizures are commonplace, and the divine punishment wounds only worsen!”

Perdickas II tried one last time to appeal to Medeia’s emotions, grasping at straws.

‘Even after saying all that, didn’t she go all the way to the snowy mountains to rescue that bastard when he went missing? Her feelings for Chezare run so deep that if I say his life depends on it, she’ll have no choice but to bend her will.’

“If you don’t accept the oracle, the divine punishment will continue. Do you intend to kill your husband!”

Ahaha.

Medeia scoffed.

As if her father-in-law’s thinking was far too naive.

“Yes.”

There wasn’t the slightest waver on her pale face.

“What, what? You’re saying you don’t care if your husband dies like this?!”

Perdickas II asked again, doubting his ears.

“Yes. Since he’s betraying me to marry another woman, there’s hardly any need to keep him alive.”

“You, you!”

“I’d rather happily become a widow.”

With those final words, she gave a small curtsy and turned to leave.

The hem of her black dress fluttered like a whirlwind.

“You, you! What are you doing! Come here and stop her!”

Perdickas II stood dazed for a moment before coming to his senses and shouting furiously.

“That insolent wench! Her gall has grown beyond measure! Fine, if that’s truly how it is, I will certainly drive her out!”

Perdickas II raged wildly.

He was someone who had believed throughout his life that only he was the highest in the world.

Had he ever in his life been so openly provoked, had his hypocrisy pointed out, and been trampled without even maintaining minimal dignity?

“If she’s such a vicious woman who can’t stand another woman beside her husband even if he dies, then driving her out is right! I’ll cast her out with nothing but the clothes on her back!”

Tears of physiological response from his extreme anger glistened in his wrinkled eyes.

“…”

Instead of answering, Penteros only gazed at him indifferently as always.

His presence was ghostlike as usual, as if he existed and yet didn’t.

“You’re right, Penteros. I think so too. For the greater good. A sovereign must sacrifice small things for the sake of all people!”

However, even that was enough for Perdickas II to believe that he agreed with his thoughts and supported them as absolutely right.

“Summon the Captain of the Knights immediately! The new Crown Princess will soon reach the border, so receive her courteously and escort her to the Imperial Palace at once! I will personally place the Crown Princess’s crown upon her head.”

Perdickas II shouted breathlessly.

“And that’s not all! I’ll hold a very, very grand coronation ceremony. I’ll completely carve out that Valdina wench’s name from the imperial registry, and ah. Since erasing it isn’t possible, I’ll carve the new name right over it.”

Even in the moment when her entire existence would be erased.

“Let’s see if that insolent wench doesn’t shed a single tear!”

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Imperial Palace corridor.

Thud. The sound of the heavy door closing echoed.

“Urgh.”

As soon as she left the Emperor’s chamber, Medeia pressed against the wall.

She put strength into her swaying legs.

Cold sweat trickled down along the thin silver strands stuck to her temples.

The Emperor’s chamber had been thick with intense fragrance.

It was a scent mixing white flowers and musk.

It was expensive perfume that Perdickas II liked to spray, claiming it boosted vitality.

“You’re saying you don’t care if your husband dies like this!”

The pungent smell that seemed to pierce her nose turned Medeia’s stomach like poison.

The inside of her cheek that she had bitten to hide her rising nausea bore deep teeth marks.

“Baby, please bear with it just a little longer. Why are you being so fussy?”

As Medeia muttered to herself in a soothing tone, Jason walked in from the end of the corridor.

Medeia’s green eyes, which had been gentle as she stroked her belly, instantly turned cold.

“Medeia.”

His voice resonated low.

Jason suppressed the feeling like a rusty sword piercing his chest and forced his lips into a twisted smile.

“Why do you look like that? Chezare refused the oracle just as you believed he would, so you should be happy.”

“…”

Jason took another step closer.

“I know why you won’t try to save him.”

He whispered low.

“In the end, you’re afraid that bastard might change too when faced with the throne, with death, so you’d rather let him die.”

Mockery mixed into his voice.

“Dea, that’s what you’re afraid of, isn’t it?”

Jason asked provocatively, one question after another.

“That bastard won’t betray you, but he’ll soon remain as a handful of dirt by your side.”

He unconsciously swallowed.

“How does it feel? That this is the price of not betraying your faith. Don’t you think it’s too cruel to Chezare?”

Though it seemed like no matter what question he asked, there was only one answer he wanted.

‘Choose me, Medeia.’

Swallowing only those words, Jason stared at Medeia.

Medeia quietly met Jason’s gaze.

“Jason.”

Her enlightened green eyes, as if she knew everything, mocked the single thread of desperate hope in his eyes that he couldn’t hide.

“Even if you resurrect the False Saint, create false oracles, or pull whatever tricks with black magic or any other wicked power,”

Medeia reached out her hand.

She pulled out flowers from a vase placed in the Imperial Palace corridor and tilted the vase.

“I will never go back to you.”

Trickle, trickle.

Water flowed down to the floor,

Crash! The bottle that fell to the floor shattered and scattered into pieces.

“There are things in this world that can never be undone.”

Medeia whispered.

“Time.”

Her voice that sweetly tickled the ears sounded exactly like the goddess of revenge Nemesis whispering as she pushed the wicked into the river of death.

“What has flowed away cannot be caught, and I must run to those who await me.”

“Cannot be undone… Who says so.”

Jason’s voice trembled roughly.

“Even without Chezare, the fruit of that person remains by my side.”

Medeia placed her hand on her belly.

And took a step back.

In the posture of a mother protecting her child from danger, a sight all too familiar to Jason.

“So, Jason, now you too should live your own time.”

“Ha…!”

Jason’s vision shook.

Every single movement of Medeia’s made his insides churn.

Jason had never felt Chezare’s existence more acutely than now. It was as if a massive boulder had struck him down.

“Time… ha, time…”

The word echoed endlessly in his head.

Because he finally realized it.

Even if that damned bastard died, the changes that had occurred in this life could not be undone.

That woman could no longer become his.

Then,

‘Wouldn’t it be fine to return to the beginning.’

Old desire, jealousy rippled as if the air itself was boiling.

‘Yes, if it cannot be undone, then I’ll put it back.’

To the beginning.

“Princess of Valdina, please call me Jason.”

To that very first moment when I faced her, when there were no wounds, no betrayals…

Medeia tells me that time cannot be turned back. But don’t I know it?

The infinite power of darkness that even changed the goddess’s oracle.

“…”

As if escaping from a maze, his eyes changed.

Lost in his own thoughts, he failed to notice that Medeia’s green eyes were also flashing sharply.

“Medeia.”

Jason said no more.

Leaving only his mad gaze behind, he turned back down the corridor and disappeared.

Medeia did not take her eyes off him until his figure was no longer visible.

Click.

It sounded like a predator’s trap closing.

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