The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 66

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Chapter 66

‘The Minister’s bedroom is on the third floor, facing east.’

The mansion, heavily seasoned with the Minister’s cheap taste, was so garishly splendid it hurt the eyes.

Gold-painted walls and candlesticks, and bizarre paintings that could hardly be called art appeared every ten steps.

When Medeia heard the voices of passing servants, she pressed her body against the wall.

The darkness concealed her form.

“You’re saying there’s still no contact with the master?”

“That’s right, even the butler was immediately kicked out of the royal palace. The mistress says we need to prepare for the worst, so bring all the mansion and land deeds. Even the small things received as bribes.”

“Instead of thinking about saving her son, she’s planning her own survival first… I guess it’s like mother, like son. But shouldn’t we also hurry and look for somewhere else?”

The chattering voices gradually faded away. Medeia moved again while holding her breath.

The maze located at the very back of the rear garden was also connected to the mansion.

It was pitch dark all around since the garden’s lighting didn’t reach there.

Tap, tap.

Medeia melted into the corridor where there were no signs of people.

The third floor of the mansion where the office was located. She succeeded in entering all the way inside without a sound.

There was no one in the office.

Past midnight, it was also a time when everyone except some attendants was fast asleep.

Medeia examined the interior of the office.

‘The magic circle is in front of the third bookshelf, right?’

Beyond the grotesquely shaped couch that revealed Etienne’s vulgar taste, she found the third bookshelf positioned behind the marble desk.

Medeia was about to take a step toward the magic circle.

The moonlight that quietly revealed itself gently illuminated the interior beyond the window.

The moment a long shadow fell beneath the curtains by the window, Medeia froze.

There was someone else in this room.

The realization was instantaneous. Medeia quietly readjusted her grip on the weapon under her sleeve.

“…”

A few seconds of silence as she drew in her breath.

The person hiding behind the curtains rushed at her.

Medeia also stepped on the couch as support and leaped toward the window.

It was to gain momentum to stab down at her opponent’s neck from above. A thin dagger was held in her hand.

However, her opponent was faster than Medeia.

“Ugh.”

Medeia, kicked in the waist, was thrown straight into the wall.

Along with a dull sound, her right shoulder and back that collided mercilessly ached.

When a black hand grabbed her throat, Medeia quickly kicked at his legs with her feet.

Then she stabbed the dagger into her opponent’s shoulder and broke free from his grasp.

Or rather, tried to break free.

Even though the thin dagger was embedded so deeply that only the handle was visible, her opponent didn’t even blink and grabbed Medeia’s nape again.

The masked person had overwhelming physique and force. The outcome was obvious.

However, Medeia, who had faced countless opponents larger and stronger than herself in her past life, raised her head instead of despairing.

‘The third bookshelf.’

Her green eyes flashed as she gauged the distance.

She twisted her body and kicked the shoulder she had attacked earlier. While her opponent hesitated, she threw her body toward where the magic circle was drawn.

‘If I can just reach the magic circle-!’

She could escape from this person.

However, her opponent blocked her escape route as if reading her direction and wouldn’t let Medeia go.

The fugitive and pursuer rolled on the floor tangled together.

And at that moment, the magic circle activated.

Lines flashing with blue light shot up like a sphere and enveloped both people.

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Prince Claudio’s estate.

“What do you mean! He’s been transferred!”

Prince Claudio violently slammed the table.

This was because the news that Etienne had been isolated reached the Prince’s estate belatedly.

“Yes, Your Grace. It appears he’s been sent to the special prison where first-class prisoners are held.”

“Forget about visits, they say anyone who even approaches near the prison where the Minister is held gets searched regardless of status. Father, we can’t secretly send messages like before, so we can’t even read the Minister’s intentions now.”

“Damn it, that bastard Sisear is determined to make an enemy of me…!”

“Your Grace, no, this matter wasn’t the Prime Minister’s order but Her Majesty the Queen Mother’s command.”

At Suha’s report, the Prince’s neck stiffened.

Wasn’t humiliating him in front of the palace gates where everyone comes and goes enough?

“Mother really! Am I not a child born from the same womb as Claudio? How can she be so harsh only to me!”

The Prince exploded in frustration at the reality where his powerful ally was about to be executed, and his mother, far from helping his grand plan, was trying to bind and suppress him further.

“Your Grace, as of yesterday, he’s also been stripped of his ministerial position. They say it will proceed directly to execution without trial.”

The fact that an execution date had been set meant that the outline of this incident that brought down Minister Etienne had been clearly established.

Why? What did Sisear find out?

Then, Samon voiced the suspicion that had been weighing on his mind.

“Father. Etienne might have betrayed us.”

What else could be the reason for the sudden change in situation? Something had changed in the case.

“Nonsense. You don’t know Lark Etienne. Do you think that greedy man would just collapse like this?”

The Regent immediately denied it.

“Yes, I don’t know. But he’s in prison right now. We can’t even know who he met or what he said.”

Samon pointed out.

“Father, you haven’t forgotten that he has the signed documents in his hands, have you? The moment those are revealed, we’re finished. If he even opens his mouth…”

“…”

“So we need to take action.”

“You’re saying we should kill him?”

The Prince hesitated.

“The results aren’t even out yet. Things might work out well and he might be released. Killing him is not acceptable.”

He shook his head.

“Do you think it’s so easy to find someone who can appropriately control both brains and greed? And what about his forces?”

His father’s attitude was quite firm. Samon stepped back.

“If that is your will, Father, then at least we must secure the signed documents.”

The Prince agreed with his son’s point, but faced another problem.

“…But without Etienne, how do we enter that space and retrieve the signed documents?”

Hiding the signed documents too well was also a problem.

He had chosen an excessively dangerous location to eliminate the possibility of intrusion.

“If we can’t retrieve them, we should destroy them. If the Count’s mansion burns down, the magic circle connected to the signed documents will naturally disappear too.”

“What?”

“It’s a mansion without an owner. We don’t know when it might be breached. We must burn away the source of trouble.”

“Would the Minister agree? If he finds out about this later…”

“He’ll understand eventually. That we can’t leave traces. We can’t throw away our necks just for the Minister’s feelings. If the signed documents are discovered, we’ll all die.”

He couldn’t deny Samon’s words. They couldn’t hesitate any longer.

The Regent, frowning, rubbed his temples and agreed.

“…Sigh, fine.”

He seemed reluctant, but permission was granted anyway.

“Young Master.”

When Samon returned to his office, a waiting shadow greeted him.

“Father has given permission.”

“That’s fortunate. So we just need to set the fire?”

“No, we need to eliminate all the sparks inside too. Kill them all. Leave no one alive.”

Suha hesitated.

“…Even all the servants?”

“Yes. Burn them all. The flames will erase the evidence.”

Samon—he was someone who turned a blind eye to kindness but never forgot grudges.

“I need to make that filthy trash pay for the sewage he splashed on me.”

His teeth ground together thinking of how the Minister had lewdly harassed him at the last banquet.

At that time, he couldn’t even open his mouth about that grudge because he had to watch the Minister’s mood as he caused a commotion over Virna.

Now that the Minister had fallen from grace, there was no way Samon would miss this opportunity to release that anger.

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