The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 53

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Chapter 53

The thick, massive half-naked potbelly charged across the banquet hall like a crazed rhinoceros.

The guards protecting the banquet moved belatedly, but the minister was much closer to the princess than they were.

“Uaaaah-!”

Medeia calmly watched the minister charging toward her.

Her small hand snapped the fan shut and gripped its end properly. So she could pierce through him in one strike.

‘Now.’

Just as Medeia was about to stab the charging toad’s solar plexus with the fan’s tip, her body was lifted lightly.

‘What?’

Chezare had swept Medeia away from that spot like the wind while holding her.

Like an iron butterfly taking flight, his movement was both graceful and swift.

As he moved away from the spot, he kicked the charging minister’s thick ankle with his long, outstretched leg.

“Kheup-!”

Medeia lifted her head from the embrace that filled her vision. A mercenary wearing an iron mask was looking down at her.

“…Akaress?”

As if he hadn’t expected Medeia to know his name, the man hesitated before raising the corners of his mouth.

‘I could lift her with one hand.’

Chezare narrowed his eyebrows. Both the thin waist in his grip and her weight were excessively light.

They said she was unwanted, but had the royal family not even fed her properly?

While they caught their breath for a moment,

“Kyaaaaaaak-!”

A piercing scream rang out.

Just minutes before, Virna had been gleefully watching the mad minister charging fiercely at her cousin.

However, the minister whose steps got tangled from Chezare’s kick swayed as he tried to regain his balance.

His direction had changed.

“Kyah! He’s coming this way!”

“Run!”

There were no longer any obstacles between the minister and the group where Virna was.

As everyone frantically tried to escape, someone stepped on Virna’s dress.

“Ah, my dress!”

Riiip-!

When Virna hesitated at the ear-splitting sound, a huge shadow fell over her.

“Lady Virna-!”

The fierce charging steps gained acceleration and the minister’s massive body crushed Virna beneath him.

It was a matter of split seconds.

If only the dress hadn’t torn, she could have escaped like the others.

Normally it wouldn’t have torn so easily from just being stepped on, but since Catherine had personally ‘worked on’ this piece, the result was devastating.

At the end of where the two entangled people were carried by momentum was the dessert table.

The table broke under the heavy weight and all the food on top spilled over the two people.

Various foods spilled over Virna’s tattered dress making a mess, and her neatly arranged hair became disheveled with juice dripping down.

“Aaaaah! Ah! What, what is! This!

Virna screamed at her ruined state.

“My, my lady, your clothes…”

Her friends hurriedly reached out to help Virna, but the deranged minister wouldn’t easily let go.

During the struggle, the precarious hem of Virna’s dress fell off completely. A cool sensation rushed over her lower body.

“Oh my, how could you…!”

“Virna! Minister! Release my sister!”

When no one dared to intervene in the minister’s rampage, Samon bravely rushed in.

However, far from rescuing his sister, he was instead caught by the minister’s hands.

“Hehe? You’re quite pretty. Come with me quietly. Then I’ll let this wench go.”

“What absurd talk! Are you mad?”

‘This crazy bastard, why is he so strong too!’

Samon recoiled and pushed him away. But the minister tried to press his flushed cheeks against Samon.

Unable to endure any longer, Samon flew into a rage and threw a punch at the minister’s face.

“Kkeung.”

The minister’s face turned bright red.

The Regent and his wife, who returned belatedly, were aghast at the scene unfolding before their eyes.

Why is Minister Etienne crushing my son and daughter!

White foam was even forming at the minister’s mouth like a rabid dog. He seemed completely out of his mind.

“Get a grip!”

“What are you all doing! Seize the minister at once!”

“Hey, won’t you let go!”

Several of the Regent’s guards pounced on the struggling minister.

They had to lift the minister like luggage to separate him from the Virna siblings.

When her torn dress was exposed for all to see, Virna, unable to bear the stress, fainted.

“She’s unconscious! Take her to the court physician immediately!”

Catherine had several guards surround her daughter and took Virna away.

Samon, who barely escaped from the minister, drew his sword.

When had he, raised preciously as the only heir of House Claudio, ever suffered such low-quality harassment? Forcibly, and in front of everyone!

“Young Duke, please restrain yourself!”

“I’ll kill that bastard today!”

“How, how dare you insult me! Do you want to see what happens too?”

“Take Samon away. Show the minister to the court physician too! Quickly!”

The Regent belatedly mobilized people, but it was difficult to avoid all attention.

The banquet hall was truly pandemonium.

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“Akaress.”

While House Claudio’s chaos unfolded, Medeia called the name once more.

“…Akaress.”

The man hesitated then lowered his head toward Medeia.

Chezare belatedly realized that he had been holding the princess throughout the entire commotion.

The weight transmitted to his arms was so light and insignificant that he hadn’t felt it.

Chezare stiffened at the shallow breath touching his neck.

Was she really human? Perhaps her half-blood lineage was mixed with fairy or spirit blood.

Without realizing that this was an extremely subjective thought with no objectivity to be found,

Chezare was quite amazed that such a physically frail specimen could exist in nature.

Medeia was equally flustered.

They were close enough that she could see the vivid golden eyes behind the iron mask.

‘This one. He’s very strong.’

From that instant movement earlier when he swept her away like lightning while precisely kicking the minister’s foot, she could gauge his skill worthy of his notorious reputation.

It seemed there would be no match for him within this banquet hall.

Medeia blinked.

“Put me down.”

“My apologies.”

Both feet lightly touched the ground again.

When had he boldly snatched her up like a swooping hawk, yet the hands that set Medeia down were surprisingly courteous.

“Seeing Your Highness in danger, I found myself leaping in without thinking.”

When had he been informal, yet now he spoke with flawless courtesy while a languid smile lingered.

Medeia’s eyes briefly swept over the mercenary.

Those strong individuals who oscillated between rudeness and courtesy weren’t fickle in nature, but were actually accustomed to shaking their opponents to gain the upper hand.

Medeia, who had no intention of being swept up by him, coolly gestured with her chin toward Garo standing behind him.

“How presumptuous. He doesn’t even know how to recognize his own master.”

Garo scratched his head.

The mercenary he’d brought as a bodyguard had thrown himself to save an unfamiliar princess right before his eyes instead of protecting him, so he seemed quite flustered himself.

“Well, this one isn’t my master yet.”

Chezare, unbothered by the rebuke, picked up the fallen fan and handed it to her, then chuckled softly.

If he had the skill to recognize a flash grenade, he would have easily noticed that the handle of the fan she’d just picked up was made of steel.

“Well, it seems I prevented a major incident today.”

At Akaress’s innocent remark, Medeia blinked as if she didn’t know what he meant.

Rather, when he feigned ignorance and curled his lips, Medeia became somewhat annoyed.

How dare he try to scheme when he’d only interfered without knowing anything.

She completely excluded the mercenary and turned toward Garo.

“Lord Garo, I didn’t know you kept such troublesome strays that stick their noses everywhere.”

Chezare hadn’t expected to be so cleanly ignored like this.

“Be careful. Facade is a weapons dealer, not a kennel, isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

“Well then.”

Leaving behind Garo with his eyes wide as lanterns, Medeia departed with a cold farewell.

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“You know that wasn’t very boss-like of you, right?”

Garo pouted his lips.

Chezare snorted.

“You deliberately tripped the minister earlier to change his direction. You can fool everyone else, but you can’t fool my eyes.”

Garo covered his eyes with his index and middle fingers, then pointed them toward Chezare in a stabbing motion.

“Nonsense.”

“No, if you were going to save someone anyway, why didn’t you also rescue poor Princess Claudia? It wouldn’t have been that difficult for you, boss.”

Chezare didn’t answer.

It had been unconscious on his part too. The moment the minister’s bloodshot eyes turned toward Medeia, his body had moved before his thoughts.

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