The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 69

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Chapter 69

They moved as if they intended to leave not a single living soul in the Minister’s manor.

Who, and why would they want to massacre them all?

‘But completely eliminating all the people doesn’t seem like Uncle, who cares about reputation- Ah. It’s you, isn’t it, Samon.’

That petty Samon Claudio seemed to be trying to repay his grudge against Etienne from the last banquet in this underhanded way.

‘Cowardly bastard.’

Since he had no confidence to handle Hydra without Etienne, he decided to burn down the entire mansion where the teleportation magic circle was drawn.

A chill swept through Medeia’s chest. If not for today, the water seal would have been lost forever.

At the same time, she realized she had to escape this place without being discovered by them.

If they knew the water seal was in her hands, they would try to steal it even if it meant killing Medeia.

“The flames are surging. This way.”

Chezare seemed to have the same thought. He had already drawn his sword.

The moment he opened the office door, a large number of assassins poured in.

The room was filled only with the sound of blade clashing against blade.

Animal-like swift movements. Relentless blades that precisely struck only the solar plexus. The ones Samon sent were no match for Chezare.

In an instant, the men in black clothes collapsed to the floor one after another.

Then, the clanging sound of weapons caught Medeia’s sensitive senses.

Looking out the window, she saw new masked figures who had entered the courtyard fighting against Samon’s assassins in the distance. They were people with white bands tied around their arms.

‘Who are they? Aren’t they from the same group as those sent by Samon?’

With superior skills, they began killing Samon’s assassins indiscriminately like they were hunting them down.

“Kugh! Urgh!”

In an instant, Samon’s shadows fell one after another.

Chezare, who had kicked away the last assassin in the area, turned around.

“We should hurry, Princess.”

Despite his words, his tone was leisurely.

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The two quickly descended the corridors and stairs.

They avoided places where sounds could be heard, and changed direction when already exposed. Moving silently was something Medeia was confident in as well.

Chezare raised his eyebrows.

The Princess, who was moving here and there to avoid the commotion, seemed quite familiar with the geography of this mansion.

“Please save me! Please, save me- Aaah!”

A distant scream faded away. Medeia squeezed her eyes shut.

‘You know you can’t save them.’

She had long abandoned such petty sympathy. She had neither the capacity nor the ability to save others while sacrificing herself.

Nevertheless, the desperate screams that wouldn’t leave her ears were…

“I heard the Princess of Valdina doesn’t enjoy traveling abroad.”

The mercenary suddenly spoke.

Medeia wondered what he was talking about. The guilt that had been grabbing at her ankles was swept away by his presence.

“I guess all the rumors were false?”

“…You’re still sticking your nose everywhere. The fact that you haven’t been kicked out yet means the leader must cherish you greatly.”

“He’s not my master yet.”

“Or perhaps you might be the leader’s master.”

At the quietly thrown remark, Chezare’s steps stopped.

He turned around and stared at Medeia. To his gaze that seemed to demand an explanation, Medeia calmly replied.

“How could I be the only one who hides beneath the surface to deceive the world?”

The leader of Facade had also exposed himself to the world far too readily.

Since when had a massive weapons trading company like Facade moved so simply?

If Garo was a disguise to hide the real leader, then the true owner of Facade was…

When Medeia stared at the mercenary, the corners of his mouth twitched unknowingly.

“You’re sharp.”

He seemed to be either smiling or barely holding back from bursting into laughter.

“Fine. Since we’re both hiding our identities, let’s keep this as our secret.”

He stroked his jawline.

Then, both of them simultaneously turned around and looked at the same place.

“Oh no. We’ve got a tail.”

He muttered as if troubled. However, it sounded like humming, so there was no sense of crisis.

When the two reached the western corridor of the Count’s mansion, Chezare suddenly pushed Medeia behind a statue.

‘What is he doing?’

“Shh.”

Chezare brought his straight index finger to his lips.

At that moment, Medeia stiffened. She had discovered the masked figures blocking the corridor a beat too late.

They were the ones with white bands tied around their arms that she had seen earlier.

‘Were they targeting Facade?’

Medeia’s green eyes gleamed fiercely. She quietly hid her body behind the darkness.

“Welcome guests have arrived.”

Chezare leisurely spread his arms as if greeting them.

From the masked figures dripped the killing intent of assassins who were determined to eliminate their target.

A moment of silence. Without any words, deadly swords flew at him.

Their swords were all aimed at Chezare alone.

The masked figures’ skills were far superior to Samon’s shadows from earlier, but even so, they were no match for him.

Graceful sword lines that cut through the night sliced through the assassins’ bodies one by one.

As he mercilessly slaughtered the assassins, he was like a demon beast released from its seal.

Unlike his sword that rampaged mercilessly as if intoxicated by blood, his movements were surprisingly simple and elegant.

From that contradiction, an unapproachable madness could be felt.

An ordinary young girl would have found it difficult to keep her sanity straight at this cruel sight.

However, Medeia, who had witnessed countless massacres in her past life, instead observed them carefully.

She felt a familiar sense of déjà vu from the assassins’ movements.

‘Why are they using the abandoned swordsmanship of the Kazen Royal Family?’

Then, Chezare hesitated.

His sword-holding arm stiffened. His fingertips were tinged blue. It was due to an outbreak of the curse.

A moment of wavering.

Even that brief gap was enough for a skilled assassin.

The moment the assassin’s flashing sword thrust toward Chezare’s chest,

Whoosh-! A steel arrow pierced through the assassin’s neck.

The assassin turned toward the direction the arrow came from with disbelieving eyes.

Whoosh-! Whoosh-!

More steel arrows shot out toward the remaining assassins, and while they barely dodged the arrows, an explosion erupted.

Boom-! White smoke billowed thickly.

The broken ceiling and walls, and the stone dust that rose densely, filled the view with pure white. Nothing could be seen.

Finally, when the dust and smoke settled, nothing remained in that spot.

“Damn it, we lost them! Where did they disappear to!”

The assassins burst with frustration.

“You saw the 1st Prince staggering, right? Since his illness seems to have flared up, he can’t have fled far with that body. Hurry and find him!”

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The statues placed in the corridors of Count Etienne’s mansion were diverse in both type and form.

Among them, behind the statue of Eros in the form of a young boy, there was a secret passage leading to the outside of the mansion.

It was a passage that led past the Minister’s manor to the quiet streets of the royal palace.

In her past life, Medeia had fled to Kazen through this path with Jason.

While the view was obscured by the explosion caused by the steel arrows, Medeia quickly supported Chezare and hid inside the passage.

‘I need to move.’

As if hearing the low whisper, the mercenary also moved without asking questions.

They walked through the dark corridor where no light entered.

All they could hear was the breathing of the person beside them. Since they couldn’t see ahead, their other senses became more acute.

Firm arms. Rising heat. Occasional low groans and breathing that brushed past her ear.

Throughout her past life and this life combined, this was the first time Medeia had been so close to a man other than Jason.

Whether it was because of the breath that kept touching her ear, or the sweat from supporting his heavy body, heat kept rising to Medeia’s face.

Then, hearing Chezare’s pained groans as his body stiffened rigidly, she cleared her thoughts and stepped forward again.

They walked through the passage for a long time.

To avoid pursuit, they passed the first and second doors, and only when they reached the third door did Medeia stop walking.

Creak. The opened door led directly to the street.

Humble houses clustered together in rows, and there was no one around due to the late hour.

After surveying the surroundings, Medeia hid in a secluded alley for now. She set Chezare down and examined his condition.

His fingers, which had stiffened rigidly, were spreading with a dark blue color.

Ugh, he suddenly coughed up blood. The black clot of blood seeped between the shabby stone floor.

‘Poison?’

At the thought that flashed through her mind, Medeia rolled up his sleeve.

On his robust forearm where black and blue veins protruded, two small holes remained.

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