The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 97

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Chapter 97

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‘Was there such a path in the royal palace?’

Neryl guided Sisear through the back roads of the Administrative Palace to a small passage where few people traveled.

After passing through a dark place lit by a single torch and knocking on a small wooden door, Saya opened it for them.

“His Highness is waiting inside.”

Sisear, who was led into the small room, saw Medeia and his eyes widened slightly.

“Sir Sisear, I’m sorry for the late hour. I wanted to meet separately to discuss something with you away from prying eyes.”

Her white cheeks looked soft, and rich shadows fell over her fine eyebrows.

The young princess, whom he had only thought of as an innocent girl, seemed to have matured another span under the dim lamplight.

A space with just the two of them, gentle firelight. A girl waiting for him.

“Yes, Your Highness. Please ask away.”

Sisear chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to straighten his dizzy mind.

“I need to look at information on Peleus’s royal guard knights. Their origins, backgrounds, and families – everything.”

“Do you mean the Agema (Royal Guard)?”

Medeia nodded.

“Yes. That’s not difficult, but may I ask why suddenly—”

“Sir, are you properly taking the antidote for Halus?”

Sisear paused, then understood the meaning.

“Do you mean the Regent has planted spies within the Agema as well?”

Medeia smiled slightly. Sisear shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Th-that can’t be… They are men who have served His Majesty since their knighthood ceremony. They’re not the type to betray—”

“You’re quite confident. Just like how you trusted that maid.”

Sisear’s words were cut short by Medeia’s quiet observation.

Her green eyes simultaneously revealed the cunning of someone who had mastered human affairs and a sharp alertness that couldn’t be underestimated.

“Soon news of Peleus’s victory in battle against the Rasai tribe will be known, so Uncle will make his move. We need to act first.”

Medeia continued speaking calmly.

‘There was an incident before Peleus returned.’

At that time, the plains tribes united around the powerful Rasai tribe and launched a coordinated attack on Peleus.

The traitor among the Agema fled, abandoning Peleus instead of calling for reinforcements, and he was surrounded on all sides.

Thanks to the knights sacrificing their lives to barely create an escape route, Peleus was able to flee.

However, he suffered a deep injury to his right leg, which later led to permanent disability.

Most of his royal guard knights also died trying to save Peleus. Of the two hundred elite soldiers, only twelve returned alive.

With the brave and loyal royal guard disbanded, royal authority was further weakened.

“Deliver this to Peleus.”

Medeia handed over a letter.

“I will do so. I’ll also keep an eye on the Regent’s side.”

Instead of answering, Medeia nodded her chin in agreement.

“However, Your Highness.”

Sisear, who was about to leave, paused and turned around.

“Please reconsider keeping Facade by your side. That mercenary may be skilled, but his cruelty is excessive. He’s too sharp a blade for Your Highness to wield.”

“…”

Medeia looked at Sisear quietly, then asked back.

“Can you be certain that good people aren’t wicked?”

Jason was a hero who saved the continent. But countless people were sacrificed for that fame.

Rachel was a saint. But she poisoned her own son.

“Your Highness.”

“I’ll gratefully accept your concern. But that’s as far as it goes.”

This was a line the princess was clearly drawing for Sisear.

Their relationship was clear. A cooperative relationship for Valdina’s coexistence.

Anything beyond that was overstepping bounds.

Medeia’s vision was much broader and more detailed than Sisear’s.

“I also know that Facade is a blade that cuts its master, so I won’t use him for long. Once he’s served his purpose, I’ll send him outside Valdina, so don’t worry too much.”

“…Yes. I offered unnecessary advice, so please forgive me.”

Sisear withdrew, swallowing a sigh.

The same answer. The same expression.

Perhaps because he realized there was a bond between the princess and Chezare that he didn’t understand,

On the way back, his mouth tasted terribly bitter for some reason.

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The Kazen delegation’s quarters.

Although several days had passed since the banquet ended, Angelique still couldn’t escape from the aftermath of that day.

“Aaaaah!”

Crash—!

The decorative items that Kensington had painstakingly transported from Kazen to this place were scattered and broken here and there with a single gesture from the 4th Princess.

“What am I going to do! Father will blame me! Far from refusing aid, it looks like we’ll have to give twice as much back to this crazy country! What do I do!”

Thinking of her angry father made everything go dark before her eyes. She trembled and bit her nails.

Crack. Crack. A chilling sound echoed.

“Your Highness, please calm down.”

Then her black eyes flashed.

“Kensington, can’t we just kill that princess bitch? Without the party to the oath, how can they fulfill the promise?”

Kensington almost sighed out loud.

“What about the hundreds of eyes that were in the banquet hall that day? Continental law states that anything officially documented must be followed, and you’d be giving other nations an excuse to tear Kazen apart. His Majesty would be even more furious.”

“Then what am I supposed to do!”

“That’s why, Your Highness, I told you not to carelessly stamp your seal—”

Crash—! A heavy object narrowly grazed past Kensington’s ear.

The angry princess had grabbed a nearby vase and thrown it.

“You should have tried harder to stop me! That’s what you came for! If you’re taking my money, you should have done your job no matter what I said!”

She unreasonably shifted all responsibility onto Kensington.

Even though the wound still clearly visible on Kensington’s cheek should have been obvious.

Seeing the princess throwing tantrums and trying to avoid the situation even after coming this far, someone inevitably came to Kensington’s mind.

‘Princess Medeia.’

They’re both princesses of a nation, so how can they be so different?

One throws herself away for her country, while the other uses her country for herself.

What good are noble bloodlines and backgrounds when they’re fundamentally rotten?

“Get out! Get out! I can’t stand the sight of you!”

Kensington came outside and rubbed his gaunt face. Deep fatigue set in.

When they returned to Kazen, the Emperor’s anger would be directed at him.

It would certainly reach the princess too, but it was clear that he would have to take ultimate responsibility for the solution.

“…I’m getting old too.”

When did he silently offer loyalty without wanting anything, and now he’s getting sentimental for no reason?

“Her Highness seems quite displeased.”

The sound of footsteps approached the dejected Kensington.

Kensington’s mood soured when he confirmed it was Count Raju with his greedy eyes.

‘A hyena-like man. He has no intention of hunting himself, just constantly sniffing around for meat to scavenge.’

At the banquet too, he constantly bowed and scraped to please the princess, but when she got into trouble, Kensington clearly remembered his cowardice in not opening his mouth once in the banquet hall.

However, befitting the head of the intelligence corps, not a trace of displeasure leaked outside.

“…Yes. Don’t get too close and keep the servants away too.”

She left only a brief warning and departed.

Whether Raju got beaten up by the 4th Princess for bothering her or not, it had nothing to do with him.

After Kensington left, Count Raju looked around and whistled.

Then Samon, who had been hiding his body in the dim shadows behind a pillar, appeared.

A thick incense fragrance wafted from the Princess’s bedroom.

“If you all took the money, then please do your job properly for once!”

The Princess exploded in anger.

Crash-! A wine cup flew and shattered.

“That… that bastard Jason is just the same. He should have denied it to the very end… No… Why didn’t anyone anticipate things would turn out like this? Why?”

Samon appeared before her as she was heavily intoxicated.

“Your Highness the Princess, you must be deeply troubled. I shall apologize on Medeia’s behalf.”

Samon raised the corners of his mouth as he recalled his conversation with Count Raju.

“Her Highness the 4th Princess is probably soaked in alcohol right now. When she’s in a foul mood, she seeks comfort in drink. If you’re aiming to get close to her, now would be the opportunity.”

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