The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 49

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Chapter 49

“Samon.”

“Medeia.”

The Regent’s son and Virna’s brother, Samon, stood behind her.

“I’ve been so busy I forgot to congratulate you on your recovery. I’m glad you’re healthy again.”

Despite his affectionate voice, the blue eyes gazing at Medeia were dark.

‘She’s changed too much since the fall from her horse.’

That dignified voice wishing for victory earlier didn’t sound at all like the worthless fool he knew.

‘Medeia, this girl. Did she perhaps notice our scheme and strike first?’

He inwardly suspected Medeia.

Wasn’t her skill in cornering father and sister with that innocent face quite practiced?

“Samon, did I do something wrong?”

Then, Medeia spoke in a trembling voice, her beautiful eyebrows drooping.

With worry filling her clear, transparent eyes, she looked like a frightened deer.

“I only said what Aunt and Virna told me to say, but I didn’t know everyone would be so displeased.”

Her white hand grasped Samon’s arm and shook it gently.

“Do they think I’m arrogant for giving Virna the dress Aunt gave me?”

She appeared to rely completely on Samon, as if confiding her grievances to her dear brother.

‘Right, she’s such a timid child who reads the room… I was overthinking.’

If she truly knew of their ambitions, she wouldn’t be able to treat him so unchanged.

Samon mocked Medeia’s foolishness and gently patted her shoulder.

“Of course not. You know how much our mother likes you, Dea. She’s just trying to discipline the immature Virna.”

Anyway, today is your day, Samon smiled.

However, Medeia noticed that his eyes weren’t smiling at all.

‘Samon, you’re cunning and cruel by nature, and you always got revenge when you suffered losses.’

Once, a low-ranking attendant from the Duke’s family accidentally damaged Samon’s cherished leather shoes.

Samon kindly forgave him in front of others, but later she heard that the servant was driven out after losing one ankle in an “accident.”

His true nature was thoroughly revealed only in front of those weaker than him. At the time, Medeia had only thought it coincidental.

But now, knowing Samon’s true nature, Medeia understood.

‘You’ll try to get back at me for today’s events too. Since your family was humiliated.’

However, she wasn’t afraid of Samon.

‘I also have much to repay you for.’

In her previous life, Samon rose to prominence when it became known that Peleus had injured his leg in war and become disabled.

The king was chosen by the gods, the most noble being in the nation.

Therefore, his body should also be perfect—this was the continentals’ belief.

Valdinians were no exception.

“Doesn’t this mean the gods don’t recognize His Majesty the King!”

Peleus had to calm the fierce public opinion threatening royal authority from within and without, without even time to tend to his injured leg.

Then, Samon, who shared similar bloodline and appearance with Peleus, rapidly emerged as Peleus’s replacement.

Eventually, there were even talks that Samon should inherit the throne instead of the flawed Peleus.

‘I won’t let you siblings parasitize us any longer.’

“Brother will speak well for me, you know my heart.”

“Of course.”

Samon nodded.

“Dea, I’ll be going now. Today is your day, so don’t worry and enjoy yourself comfortably.”

He bowed and kissed the back of Medeia’s hand before leaving.

Medeia watched his back for a long time, like a predator observing its prey.

* * *

Virna, who had rushed outside, was seething with indignation.

She had to return to the banquet hall quickly to avoid being caught by her mother again.

As she took steps to return to the hall, she saw Medeia in the distance, chatting with people and laughing brightly.

“…Why is she laughing?”

Virna muttered blankly.

I’m so miserable, so why is that Medeia laughing so happily over there?

“Come to think of it, it’s all because of Medeia.”

That girl deliberately gave up the dress so people would mock me.

Otherwise, would she have so readily given away something so precious?

Virna’s fists trembled with rage.

Then I can’t just stand by either. She called for her personal maid, Shila.

“Shila, make Sister Medeia drink this.”

“What? To Princess? Miss, this is still a palace banquet, that’s too dangerous—”

Shila was horrified at the sight of the small white powder.

Slap!

Suddenly, stars flashed before her eyes.

“Are you my dog or my master? Do as you’re told. Unless you want to be sold off tomorrow without anyone knowing.”

Holding her stinging cheek, Shila had no choice but to nod.

“Don’t worry. It’s not poison. I wouldn’t do something that would kill me too.”

“Then…”

“She’ll just see strange things and hear some hallucinations. I’m just trying to give her a hard time.”

Since she’s naturally timid, who knows what kind of hallucinations will make her cause a scene, but it should be quite a spectacle.

Just like how she got scared and fell from her horse at the tea party.

“So just do what you’re told, understand?”

Virna’s face was full of her usual lovely malice.

“Right, the fall from the horse… That’s when it started. That’s when she became strange.”

It seems my cousin sister has lost her fear, so shouldn’t I engrave it once more in that small, pretty head of hers?

Seeing her leisurely smile, Samon approached and muttered lowly.

“Virna, what are you trying to do now?”

It was the same during the fall from the horse. Whenever Virna made that mischievous expression, incidents involving Medeia would occur.

Of course, Samon also desperately wanted his cousin’s reputation to hit rock bottom, but today was different.

“Not today.”

Samon frowned.

Do you know how many people came here today?

If anything happens, we won’t be able to cover it up and move on as easily as before, if only because of all the watching eyes.

“Don’t do anything unnecessary. Understand?”

“What did I do?”

Virna raised her eyebrows as if wronged. Samon glared at her warningly and left.

“Hmph, it’s already too late.”

Virna stuck her tongue out at Samon’s back.

* * *

When the banquet was at its peak, a glass was offered before Medeia’s eyes.

“Your Highness, aren’t you thirsty?”

A palace servant was smiling sweetly. It happened to be berry wine, which Medeia liked.

Medeia stared at the swirling red liquid and spotted Virna watching her from afar.

Even without the excessively strong berry fragrance, Medeia would have noticed something was wrong with this wine glass.

‘As expected, you don’t stray from my expectations, Virna.’

Was this really the first time Virna played such a nasty “prank”? Her immediate action when angered seemed quite natural.

She picked up the glass for now. Then she naturally turned around and rejoined the conversation with the distinguished guests.

The palace servant wanted to confirm that Medeia drank from the glass, but since she had taken it, there was no reason to remain there any longer and withdrew.

As Medeia continued conversing with the distinguished guests, she spotted Minister Etienne.

“Excuse me.”

The long-awaited main character who would grace today’s banquet had appeared.

Medeia looked down at the wine. At that moment, a scheme flashed through her mind.

‘This gift from Virna, I could make use of it, couldn’t I?’

It seemed like it would add a richer effect to her plan to finish off Etienne today.

* * *

Count Etienne, the Minister of the Royal Household, widened his eyes upon seeing Medeia.

“Well, who do we have here. If it isn’t Your Highness the Princess.”

“Minister Etienne, it’s been a while. My, you seem to have grown even more massive since I last saw you?”

Surprisingly, the Minister giggled.

His flushed cheeks trembled as the champagne he was holding wet his hand.

He was so thoroughly drunk that he didn’t even notice the Princess’s mockery of his physique.

“Ah, you were impressive today, Your Highness. To speak so boldly without trembling even a bit in front of so many people. This Etienne was moved. That must be why Saint Esther found Your Highness so admirable and showered down those stars.”

Etienne opened his bleary eyes and looked down at the Princess.

It was an arrogant attitude, as if an elder were patronizing a child.

“Did it seem that way? Well, Saint Esther greatly despises those who lose their sense of duty and indulge only in greed, piercing their bellies with spears. As you said, perhaps she looked kindly upon me because I’m still young and pure.”

The Princess also replied with a gentle smile. However, her choice of words was somehow peculiar.

“….”

‘Is this brat mocking me right now?’

Saint Esther’s eccentric tales were well known even across the continent.

Etienne’s alcohol-soaked brain soon dismissed it as just his own oversensitivity.

“However, Minister.”

“Yes, please speak, Your Highness.”

“By whose permission did you hold such a party? Can palace events be held without royal approval?”

The Minister’s bleary eyes blinked.

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