The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 84

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Chapter 84

“It was sent by the younger sister of the maid who died in place of Princess Virna last time. She’s currently working as a servant at Prince Claudio’s estate under a false identity.”

The younger sister was prepared to do anything for revenge against those who had unjustly killed her older sister.

She had been waiting in silence for an opportunity, and finally last night she had gotten hold of Catherine’s secret.

“Robert Raju…”

Medeia’s white hand tapped the table.

“Do you happen to know him?”

“Of course I do.”

He was my ally who made Jason Emperor.

This Imperial Count born in Valdina had also been a powerful supporter of Uncle Claudio’s family in my previous life.

He had helped Uncle’s family establish themselves in Kazen without any trouble, providing support in every way, and had spent his own money to debut Virna in Imperial high society.

He had spared no support so that Virna could mingle with the royal family, including the Empress Dowager and Imperial Consort.

Come to think of it, his devotion and efforts toward Virna had been somewhat excessive.

‘It would make sense if it was for his real daughter rather than a goddaughter.’

“Robert Raju.”

Virna’s middle name was Robin. It was also an abbreviation of Robert.

“Virna Claudio…”

The Princess, who had been silent for a while as if thinking about something, burst into a hollow laugh.

“Indeed, Aunt was quite the romantic. To somehow leave the name of the man she loved with her child.”

No wonder Virna’s personality didn’t resemble her father the Regent or her brother at all.

Her simple and passionate nature had different roots.

Medeia felt like bursting into laughter.

‘Virna, you were so jealous of me, your cousin. Under the pretense of sharing the same blood, you tried to steal everything that was mine.’

My position. My child. And finally, even my husband.

Does Virna know? That the truth is, even the position of Princess Claudio was too good for her.

“If this fact becomes known, not only will Princess Claudio fall, but it will become an unprecedented shameful scandal for the Regent.”

Neryl’s expression was bright.

“No. I won’t use this now. Even without this secret, the Regent is destined to fall anyway.”

Medeia already had their leash in her hands with the signed document.

‘I can’t let you off so easily after selling my daughter into danger. Wait for me, Virna.’

Medeia’s eyes glowed bright blue. A streak of ecstasy flashed through them.

The Princess’s figure, with her back to the darkness and wearing a gentle smile, gave off a chilling atmosphere.

“Everything will be at the time and moment I say.”

After the Regent, I’ll come for you.

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The Princess’s Palace.

“Your Highness, Duke Castulo has left another gift and letter. This bouquet was sent by General Jared.”

Medeia’s steps paused briefly. She looked at the pile of gifts placed in front of the fireplace with cold eyes.

“Throw them away.”

“All of them?”

Instead of answering, Medeia picked up one of his letters from the table and threw it into the fireplace.

Saya nodded without hesitation.

“Yes, Your Highness. Then please rest comfortably.”

After even Saya left and she was alone in the bedroom,

Medeia’s eyes turned to the blazing fireplace.

The letter had long since turned to a handful of ashes.

Medeia, who had been staring at the burning flames, raised her head upon sensing a presence.

A man wearing a white half-mask was sitting on the windowsill of the bedroom. The mask gleamed elegantly in the moonlight.

Medeia hesitated for a moment.

“Akaress.”

“Pleasant evening, Princess.”

A leisurely greeting came back.

Behind his shoulders, silver silk curtains swayed gently in the night breeze, and the black night dotted with stars served as the backdrop.

The scene looked so natural, like a scene from a painting carefully drawn by an artist.

At the man’s presence blending seamlessly into the background of the Princess’s Palace without any sense of discord, Medeia let out a hollow laugh and reached out her hand.

“If you’ve lost your way due to poor night vision, I’ll show you.”

She grabbed the crossbow placed nearby and aimed it at him.

A light laugh came from behind the white half-mask. Medeia almost mistook it for him being amused.

“Thank you for the invitation.”

As if he had been granted permission to enter by Medeia, he gracefully leaped over the windowsill like a leopard. Then he sat there comfortably.

Anyway, not immediately entering the interior but sitting on the windowsill seemed to be his way of drawing a line.

Should she be grateful that he at least observed minimal courtesy, or should she punish him for brazenly infiltrating the royal palace and then sitting before her talking about invitations?

“If I pull that cord now, do you think you could leave here safely?”

The moment she pulled the bell cord in the bedroom, all the guards of the Princess’s Palace would converge on him.

Then an arrogant voice without a trace of doubt asked back.

“Princess, do you really think so? That you could trap me?”

“…”

Unfortunately, it was true. Currently, there was no warrior in Valdina Palace capable of matching that insolent man.

Even Neryl wouldn’t be a match for him. Both of them knew this fact.

As if he hadn’t expected an answer, Chezare continued speaking brazenly.

“I brought a gift. It’s incomparable to that trash over there. So, keep it for a long time.”

“Just how long have you been watching me?”

Medeia asked in an indifferent tone.

It seemed he had seen her burning Jason’s letter.

“If there was a communication channel, a reply would have been sufficient. You’re poor at both humility and memory.”

When Medeia let out a hollow laugh, something flew toward her.

It was a small bundle wrapped in cloth. It was carefully tied with string. It was in the usual format of communications sent by attaching messages to messenger birds.

“…”

When her white hand pulled the string, the cloth unraveled, revealing an orange flag fragment inside.

“The provisions of the supply convoy that departed from Osopp are now gone. I thought about bringing the head of the person in charge as evidence,”

The spotlessly clean walls and beautifully patterned carpet. The golden eyes behind the white half-mask surveyed the interior of the bedroom.

“But I was concerned that the noble lady might be startled.”

“…”

Medeia looked down at the flag fragment.

On the half-burned orange cloth was embroidered the badger pattern that was the symbol of the Rasai tribe.

She unconsciously swallowed the breath that escaped her.

‘He really accomplished that in just ten days?’

This wasn’t something that could be done with just excellent mercenaries and weapons.

The Rasai tribe were the most troublesome and aggressive among the nomadic peoples. Even Peleus had struggled every time he fought them.

The unbelievable speed and the precision in completing the commission.

Medeia could finally personally understand Facade’s fame spread across the continent.

“Excellent.”

“I told you. Facade is different.”

Chezare spoke in an arrogant, confident tone as if it were obvious.

“Yes, I’ll praise you. But a reply would have been sufficient.”

Seeing her elegantly express what she meant about why he had bothered to show his face, Chezare chuckled.

“I heard that Your Highness plans to appear quite modestly at the upcoming banquet.”

This coming Sunday evening, an official banquet welcoming the Kazen delegation would be held.

“I should let Pinatelli know that there are still people left to weed out.”

Matters concerning women’s attire were private affairs. Medeia pointed out the fact that Facade had planted ears even in the royal palace.

“I’m curious about the reason for the rejection.”

Chezare stroked his chin.

His words reminded her of the ornate sapphire necklace that had been among the gifts returned to Facade.

“Alphensia’s craftsmanship couldn’t have been lacking, so perhaps the color wasn’t to your liking?”

Alphensia was a dwarf village located at the edge of the continent. They were master craftsmen whose skills in jewelry making were unparalleled.

However, they were extremely reclusive and didn’t accept commissions, so even Kazen’s imperial family couldn’t easily obtain Alphensia’s jewels.

“I did think emerald would be better.”

His leisurely voice flowed toward Medeia’s green eyes.

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