The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47

Standing next to the magnificently dressed Virna, the black satin dress she wore looked rather modest.

Rather, this made her translucent skin, red lips, and white pearls hanging from her ears stand out even more.

Her unwavering gait, upright posture, calm gaze, and refined voice—Medeia exuded a subtle noble elegance.

Instead, not overdressing seemed to elevate her dignity as a princess even further.

“Virna wanted this dress so much. It should go to someone who suits it better.”

She unfolded her fan and slightly lowered her eyes.

“House Claudio always gives me such generous gifts, so occasionally I should return the favor, shouldn’t I?”

A hint of embarrassment colored her calm voice.

‘When did I ever!’

It sounded to people’s ears exactly as if Virna had forgotten her place and insisted on wearing the princess’s dress.

Catherine quickly stepped forward.

“That thoughtless child has dared to cause Your Highness worry, and as her mother, I apologize repeatedly. However, I sent other outfits for Your Highness as well—why did you choose to wear this black dress?”

It was a suspicion that Medeia had deliberately dressed her cousin lavishly while wearing a modest dress herself to receive people’s praise.

“Of course I received Aunt’s thoughtfulness well. However, we are currently at war.”

Medeia continued her answer smoothly without showing any sign of confusion.

“His Majesty has not yet returned from the battlefield, and everyone knows the people are starving—how could I wear such luxurious clothing?”

Then, Lady Aspasia, who had been watching the situation with interest from a step away, responded.

She was a leader of Valdina’s social circles and also a fierce rival to Catherine, who was her aunt by marriage.

“But Your Highness is His Majesty the King’s only sibling. Whatever Your Highness wears or wherever you go, no one would dare criticize.”

“That’s right. I am Valdina’s one and only princess.”

Medeia lifted her chin. Beyond dignity, she even showed a hint of arrogance.

“So whether I wear silk or cheap cloth, that alone is an absolute truth that will never change—what would I have to fear?”

Lady Aspasia nodded her head.

“Your Highness speaks correctly. Your Highness needs nothing added to prove yourself.”

It was a meaningful remark that seemed to target someone.

Then Medeia added gently, as if covering for a troublesome scoundrel.

“That said, it’s not Virna’s fault. She’s a girl in her prime, so how could wanting to dress more colorfully be a flaw?”

But the age difference between the princess and Virna was only one year.

Medeia’s words rather proved that Virna was immature.

Even with the same blood flowing, who would have thought their sense of responsibility could be so different.

People thought that no matter how young and neglected the princess was, royal blood could not be hidden.

There were quite a few who shook their heads while looking at Virna.

‘How dare, how dare!’

Virna bit her lip.

She felt like a monkey in a zoo. It was humiliating.

‘Foolish thing. Can’t even do one task properly.’

The Regent frowned as he looked at his daughter, whose face had turned bright red.

‘It’s fine. This banquet itself will become a snare to trap Medeia.’

Soon he stepped forward before the princess to clear his daughter’s disgrace and redirect the flow of conversation.

“How truly admirable, Medeia.”

The moment her name was called, a flash of killing intent crossed her green eyes, but it was instantaneous.

Medeia raised her head to stare at his face.

“It’s been a long time, Uncle Claudio.”

Since her regression, this was the first time facing him.

“I’m so glad you recovered, or our Valdina would have lost such a thoughtful princess.”

His refreshing attitude and affectionate greeting made him appear to be an incomparable good person.

But Medeia knew his true nature.

How could she not have recognized those wolf-like eyes?

“Medeia. Don’t get too close to Uncle. They are…”

“Why? Do you hate me so much, brother? Why are you trying to take away even the only people left by my side?”

In her past life, Peleus had noticed his ambition early. That’s why he tried to warn Medeia.

However, worried that his sister would be hurt, he ultimately couldn’t tell her the truth.

‘After I died, you became Valdina’s king, didn’t you, Claudio?’

When Peleus was being torn apart by monsters while still protecting the country, you who fled to the Empire without lifting a finger?

Medeia gripped her fan tightly. It was regrettable that she couldn’t stab its solid handle into his heart right now.

But if she killed him now, he would remain a pitiful good person who was murdered by his beloved niece for unknown reasons.

‘I can’t leave such a good reputation for someone like you.’

“I gratefully accept your thoughtful concern.”

Suppressing her murderous intent, Medeia smiled sweetly.

“Now then.”

As if the time had come, the Regent stepped up to the platform.

Clang- Clang- Clang-

The clear sound of a silver spoon striking a crystal glass rang out.

“As you know, today’s banquet is solely a celebration for Medeia, our Valdina Royal Family’s one and only Princess.”

His appearance looking down at the audience like the master of the banquet hall was quite majestic.

“Her Highness has been leading the country wholeheartedly in His Majesty’s place. With a heart solely for Valdina, she tended to state affairs until she ultimately overexerted herself to the point of harming her health.”

The distinguished guests’ eyes became bewildered.

Wasn’t the riding accident that injured her something that happened during a leisurely outing?

“Though this humble preparation cannot compare to Your Highness’s noble dignity, she graciously granted permission seeing our sincerity.”

As if unaware that his words sounded exactly like the princess had pestered House Claudio to hold an unnecessary banquet, the Regent enthusiastically praised the princess.

“Therefore, everyone must never forget that Her Highness’s very existence adds glory to our kingdom.”

The princess wasn’t even the king, yet they had to bow this much.

The Regent’s excessive exaggeration rather touched the nobles’ pride.

The Queen Mother’s eyes also hardened slightly.

It was good for Medeia to establish her dignity, but if it went too far, wouldn’t it be troublesome when the king returned later?

Two suns cannot rise in one sky, after all.

“Everyone pray for Her Highness’s safety and peace tonight! For Her Highness Medeia!”

The Regent’s devoted praise toward his niece was actually a piece of meat thrown to tear Medeia apart.

The banquet’s atmosphere grew coldly stiff.

All the attendees felt repulsed by the mindless praise of the princess.

The royalist nobles who supported Peleus were angry enough that their faces turned red.

What help had the princess, who had recklessly used the royal seal as the Regent’s puppet, been to state affairs? If anything, she had been a troublemaker who caused worry!

Prince Claudio was quite satisfied seeing even his mother, the Queen Mother, looking uncomfortable.

He gazed at the empty king’s throne as if to devour it.

‘Just wait a little longer and everything will fall into my hands. That seat too, and the king’s crown.’

Tonight seemed like it would end easily according to their plan.

Then, the black dress hem rippled elegantly.

“House Claudio cherishes me so much, I can only be moved. I know Uncle’s heart well too.”

Medeia raised her arm to point toward the window.

She had no intention of letting the banquet flow according to the Regent’s intentions.

“Actually, today is the night of Saint Esther, when the star of eternal victory rises.”

Following her fingertip, people’s eyes turned to the deep night sky visible through the window.

Dong, dong, the sound of the great bell announcing the time could be heard from afar.

“Wasn’t this grand banquet held with the hope that Saint Esther’s fortune might reach His Majesty and Valdina’s soldiers on the battlefield?”

Saint Esther.

The attack priest recorded in the Holy Kingdom’s mythology, said to be the strongest and most valiant in the temple’s history.

Coincidentally at that moment, a white beam of light was visible in the distance.

“Just now, between those ridges—!”

It was when conversations between those who saw the momentary flash and those who missed it began to murmur.

“Ah, there, there!”

Several white beams of light shot up all at once.

The beams of light that seemed to race endlessly toward the sky suddenly spread out like an explosion.

The beams that had risen as points transformed into lines, connecting with each other. Then, a single form was created.

“But that shape looks exactly like…”

“…Saint Esther! It’s Saint Esther’s spear!”

Someone who recognized it shouted.

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