The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 74

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Chapter 74

‘Is this girl deliberately trying to upset me?’

However, seeing her eyes that truly seemed relieved, it didn’t appear she intended to mock her.

Seeing Medeia’s clothes and the waiting carriage, Catherine forced out an affectionate tone.

“What brings Your Highness out for an outing?”

“Ah, I’m going to see a play in District 2. Grandmother heard it was interesting, so she told me to go out and watch it.”

Medeia drooped her eyebrows again.

“It would have been so wonderful if Virna could come along too.”

Catherine bit the inside of her cheek and barely managed to smile.

Every time her daughter’s name came from Medeia’s mouth, rage burned inside her.

“Your Highness, please don’t worry too much about Virna. She’ll return around the time the delegation arrives. As a mother, I can’t let my child stay away too long.”

She then went on about how much she cherished and loved Virna.

It was a petty desire to see the motherless Medeia show envy, even through such childish behavior.

However, far from showing thirsty eyes, the Princess unexpectedly said something completely off-topic.

“Oh my, that day has already come. I’m worried about how to receive this delegation. The late Minister was good at such things.”

“Pardon?”

“Etienne, I mean. Such a healthy person passing away so suddenly – I never would have thought it. If I had known, I would have at least sent a court physician.”

Catherine, feeling guilty, flinched.

“…Please don’t worry too much, Your Highness. At the Minister’s age, it’s common for one’s condition to worsen suddenly within a day or two.”

She quickly regained her composure.

“Rather, I’m more worried about Your Highness.”

A look of concern appeared on the beautiful noblewoman’s face, lovely as a single flower.

“One never knows what might happen in this world. Please always be especially careful. If anything terrible were to happen to precious Your Highness, this aunt could not bear it.”

It was a worry that carried a somewhat sinister air.

“You’re right, Aunt. Even the Minister who could make birds fall from the sky died, so I must never forget your advice.”

Medeia smiled brightly and left her seat.

‘…Yes, enjoy yourself to your heart’s content. Your good fortune won’t last much longer.’

Catherine glared with bloodshot eyes until the Princess’s carriage disappeared, then turned around sharply.

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Downtown Valdina District 2.

The play was held in a massive theater located in the center of Valdina District 2.

The special seats on the third floor for distinguished guests were surrounded by thick curtains.

From the special seats, the stage and actors could be seen at a glance, but the structure made it difficult to see inside from the stage or other seats, making it especially popular with distinguished guests who didn’t want exposure.

The curtain rose on the play.

As the main characters began appearing one by one, a sharp-looking woman appeared behind the curtains.

“I’ve come to escort Your Highness the Princess.”

There was no presence, and her bowing posture was both disciplined and respectful.

‘A shadow employed by Facade?’

Medeia nodded slightly.

“Saya, you stay here.”

“Yes. Don’t worry, Your Highness! I’ll make sure no one knows Your Highness is here – or anywhere at all.”

Leaving behind Saya, who clenched her fist determinedly, Medeia followed the woman along with Neryl.

They passed through a small passage hidden behind the VIP seating curtains.

Finally, a door opened and bright light poured out.

A mahogany-colored, antique interior came into view.

A man with cheerful straw-colored blonde hair stood up, spreading both arms. He seemed to have been waiting for them.

“Your Highness the Princess, welcome!”

The lamplight reflected off his broadly opened smile, faintly illuminating the scar marks remaining on Garo’s cheek.

Neryl kept her hand on her sword hilt, staying alert.

“Sir Garo.”

Medeia nodded.

An antique round table. On one side sat Garo and Chezare, while on the opposite side Medeia sat and Neryl stood.

“Are your wounds alright? I heard you saved my subordinate last time.”

Garo placed his hand on his chest and offered a polite greeting. He looked exactly like a master who cherished his subordinates.

“This Garo should have sought out Your Highness the Princess first to express his gratitude.”

Instead of Garo, Medeia looked at Chezare.

His well-shaped lips moved.

“Stop it. She already knows.”

What? Garo’s eyes widened.

Then, seeing the Princess sitting before Akaress, he opened his mouth wide as if realizing something.

“Boss. Don’t tell me you told her everything?”

“She already knew.”

Chezare turned his face to gaze at Medeia.

Pale white complexion and slender arms. Hair like shattered moonlight.

No one would imagine that small girl was the same person who had pierced Hydra’s neck with a crossbow that day.

Those unwavering eyes. Unhesitating movements and surprising wit.

Every gesture the Princess made that day remained branded in his memory for a long time.

“So, what’s the reason my benefactor wanted to see me? Did you think of a ‘reward’ you’d like to receive?”

“I want to make a deal with Facade.”

Medeia signaled to Neryl.

With the disciplined movements of a knight, Neryl took out a heavy pouch and placed it on the table.

“If you want a private audience, pay up.”

“I don’t mind.”

Medeia looked at Garo.

Since he went around as Facade’s figurehead instead of the leader, he would learn about this matter anyway.

“There’s something I want your mercenaries to do.”

Garo quickly responded.

“Do you wish us to support the King on the battlefield? We’ve already refused Count Sisear’s request before, but… if it’s Your Highness the Princess’s request, we’ll do our best.”

“No, I’m not trying to send you to the plains.”

At this, Chezare raised his eyebrows with interest and said.

“Continue. Certainly both the Princess and the King on the battlefield need new weapons.”

It was also a reference to the dagger Medeia had returned.

Neryl spread out the map she had brought.

Medeia’s white hand placed a small piece with a flag on some part of the western area of the map.

“Here is the Rasai Tribe’s supply depot. Soon a convoy carrying new supplies will depart from Osopp.”

The midpoint between Osopp and the western plains where the current war was taking place.

“Here. And here.”

Medeia’s hand struck the flags. Snap, a flag broke.

“I want Facade to strike them and burn their supplies.”

Both the supplies stored in the warehouse and the newly transported supplies.

“…”

At the Princess’s words, an atmosphere of war filled the room.

“Your Highness the Princess, are you trying to accelerate the war?”

“That’s right.”

“To end it early, eliminating the enemy’s provisions would be correct, but…”

Garo looked back at Chezare. His expression sought an answer.

Chezare didn’t seem surprised and was just quietly looking down at the map.

His unfathomable golden eyes slowly returned to gaze at Medeia.

“Princess, weren’t you curious about me back then?”

His straight finger tapped the white half-mask he was wearing.

“Would I have had the leisure to casually remove your mask while being chased?”

Despite the sudden question, Medeia soon realized what moment he was referring to and answered indifferently.

“….”

He soon turned around and served warm tea. It was clear leaf tea.

Like the saying that birds of a feather flock together, Chezare recognized the girl before him.

People like this never move recklessly.

From establishing her position as an unwanted princess to silently cutting off the Regent’s arm, everything had been within her calculations.

‘But she saved me.’

That was certainly something not in the Princess’s plans.

The fact that he was included in that unexpected variable was amusingly quite satisfying.

Then it wouldn’t be strange for him to make an exception as well, would it?

A gentle tea fragrance wafted through the room where cold air had been drifting.

“Fine. Facade will ‘repay’ you. But under one condition.”

Medeia frowned at the ambiguous answer.

“Give me a clear answer first. The condition comes after-“

Just then, something sweet entered her mouth.

“Three bites. Then I’ll answer.”

He had boldly scooped up a spoonful of custard pie and put it in her mouth.

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