The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 42

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Chapter 42

As if she couldn’t hear the question, the old woman muttered incomprehensible words to herself.

“I know that you once led the Shadean Tribe. If you help me, I’ll restore your exterminated tribe.”

Hmph, the old woman let out a shallow snort.

“Is there a way? Of course there is. The primordial darkness is terribly stubborn once it takes hold, but that doesn’t mean there’s no solution at all.”

Chezare waited patiently. Until the answer he sought came from the old woman’s mouth.

“To erase the primordial evil, nothing is more perfect than the tears of dawn.”

Garo felt like his heart would leap out of his chest.

There was! There really was a way to save his master!

All the years of searching the continent based on a single word from a passing priest seemed to have been for this very moment.

In a remarkably different manner from before, Garo carefully and respectfully knelt before the old woman.

“The tears of dawn… What is that, elder?”

It was a name he’d never heard despite searching through thousands of ancient texts.

“When the goddess first descended, this continent was filled with chaos and darkness. The merciful deity wept for the lives crushed by darkness, and those tears washed away all the darkness and created the continent as it is now.”

Chezare also asked again.

“Where can I find it?”

The old woman turned her head.

“Ahaha. Unfortunately, Black Star. These tears do not exist in your orbit.”

“What does that mean, elder!”

Terrence shouted with a frustrated expression.

“You… will never find it. Fate has not… permitted it for you.”

At that moment, the old woman coughed up blood.

“Oh no, time is… already…”

Chezare caught the collapsing old woman’s shoulder.

“Terrence.”

Terrence hurriedly examined the old woman.

However, he couldn’t push away the shadow of death that had already fallen deeply over the old woman.

“But there is hope. Valdina’s Golden Star will… save you.”

Every time the old woman opened her mouth, blood spurted out, staining Chezare’s chest.

“Black Star, do not forget… Valdina’s… Golden Star…”

“Stop, save your strength.”

The light gradually faded from her dim eyes.

The old woman used her last strength to raise her arm and point to the sky.

“Ah… the stars have finally… gathered again… This time… which path will you take…”

With a final gasp, the old woman’s body stiffened.

The hand pointing to the sky dropped with a thud.

“E-elder? What? No, right? Huh?”

Garo stammered.

“No way, you’re not dead!”

He rushed over and shook the old woman in Chezare’s arms, but the cold body no longer moved.

“Garo, stop. She’s already passed away.”

Terrence’s restraint didn’t reach his devastated ears.

“No, no, this can’t happen. How could we find her only for this to happen!”

In his irrational outcry, the cheerful young man who always grinned was nowhere to be found.

Terrence had always found the noisy and bustling Garo annoying, but this time he couldn’t say anything to him.

Chezare wasn’t simply their master.

He was their one and only lord to serve, a friend they could trust with their backs, and a brother they would die with on the same day even if born on different days.

So he could understand Garo’s despair.

If Garo was like this, how must Chezare, the person directly involved, feel?

Terrence placed his hand on Chezare’s shoulder with a heavy heart.

“Chezare.”

However, contrary to his expectations, Terrence discovered gleaming golden eyes.

“What is Valdina’s Golden Star?”

Instead of collapsing like Garo, Chezare pondered the last words the shaman had left.

At least the shaman hadn’t spoken of impossibility. She had merely set conditions.

So it was still too early to give up or fall into despair.

“Valdina’s Golden Star will… save you.”

A prophecy-like dying words that the Shadean shaman had conveyed even while breaking heavenly taboos.

“Contact the homeland. Tell them we need to stay in Valdina longer.”

“You really are…”

Terrence stepped back from Chezare with a look of disgust.

“So be careful, Terrence. When such people encounter obstacles, they don’t avoid them—they destroy them.”

Long ago, his teacher’s voice seemed to echo in his ears again.

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Medeia, Neryl, and Saya, having finished preparations to leave, boarded the carriage.

The streets of Asylum as the sun set. It was when the carriage was passing through the darkening forest.

“Where are you going?”

Armed bandits blocked the carriage’s path.

“We don’t have business with you, but you can’t just take people away like that.”

Saya, looking out the window, was shocked.

Confirming the faces of the bandits confronting the coachman, she shouted.

“It’s the Asylum Human Trafficking Group!”

The bandits also saw Saya and snickered among themselves.

“Oh my, she’s more scrawny than we heard.”

“Still, we can get at least two more silver coins for her. We’ll break even.”

In her past life, Saya had apparently been sold to traffickers today and lost her life.

The reason Theo had been so enraged by his sister’s death wasn’t just because he couldn’t even properly find her body.

Neryl stuck her head out to look at the bandits surrounding the carriage. They seemed to have followed them from Asylum.

“Your Majesty, what should we do?”

Medeia silently handed over a pouch of gold coins.

“They seem to have come after the child. I’ll buy her.”

Neryl got out of the carriage and tossed the pouch at their feet.

“Wow, ten gold coins. The owner here is very generous.”

However, even after receiving the gold coins, they didn’t easily back down.

They completely surrounded the carriage and demanded more money.

“The sun’s setting, why don’t we stop here?”

As the standoff lengthened, Medeia finally revealed herself. Their eyes gleamed.

“Well, look at this? Anyone can see she’s a noble lady!”

The leader looked Medeia up and down with greedy eyes, then shook the gold coin pouch and grinned wickedly.

“We could get five times this much from the lady, and you want us to leave with just this?”

‘Even when I try to send them away nicely, these people don’t understand.’

Medeia let out a short sigh.

She comforted Saya, who was clutching her skirt, and stood in front of Neryl.

“Neryl.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Neryl had already drawn her sword and was ready to fight.

“A pumpkin rolling in with its vine—today’s our lucky day!”

The excited men grinned and pulled out blades from their clothes.

A pale, frail noble girl who looked like she couldn’t even grab a tree branch. She only had one escort knight with her.

The way she acted tough, claiming to be skilled with a sword, looked quite familiar.

Neryl rushed in like the wind, and the fight began.

But they were no match for Neryl.

“What, what the…!”

“Argh! My arm!”

“My leg, damn it!”

In the blink of an eye, four had fallen. The bandits screamed while clutching their arms and legs.

They may not have looked like much, but they were quite renowned in this business. Moreover, there were twelve of them against one opponent.

However, despite having the numerical advantage, the tide of battle was instantly reversed.

The leader stepped back. This won’t do.

He hurriedly looked around.

His eyes fell on the young Princess who was the knight’s master.

‘If I take that girl hostage, even that flying knight won’t be able to use her strength.’

The leader turned toward Medeia with a vile smile.

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