TCIWTFY - Chapter 153

"You're acting really strange today. You don't say anything, and your eyes are squinty.

A faint smile appeared again at Medea's words.

What on earth was funny about what I said? I was starting to feel a little annoyed when the mercenary in front of me seemed to be making fun of me.

"I hope you stay like this. Princess of Valdina."

The mercenary bowed.

The shadow he created as he leaned closer was large and gigantic enough to embrace and hide Medea.

In the eyes that met, deep,  unnamed emotions swirled and soon subsided.

He reached out. A handful of pale silver hair tangled around his straight, thread-like fingers.

"It was fun."

Her beautiful red lips moved and a soft voice rang out.

"It seems like a grand farewell. Are you going to Katzen?"

"..."

The mercenary simply raised the corners of his lips slightly but did not give a proper answer. Medea nodded slightly as if she understood.

Whatever it is, it's not a bad thing that Facade is leaving Valdina.

'It's time to send them out of Valdina too. If not now, it will be difficult.'

Claudio, who had threatened the throne, left, and her brother, the King, returned.

If two beasts are left in the same cage, they will eventually end up biting each other.

"Acares, if you are going to get involved in the fight for the throne, make sure you choose your backing properly."

Cesare paused at Medea's flowing words.

"If it were me. I would take the hand of the First Prince. Rather than someone like Grand Duke Castullo."

That's why the conversation from that day came to mind. But time passed and the situation changed.

"Are you still talking about the First Prince?"

The ending of his words, which were snickering, felt more poignant than ever before.

"Princess, I'm sorry to say, but he will die soon. He will die before he can even handle the plan. So-"

"What if he survives?"

Medea cut Cesare off. Then he turned his head and stared at her.

The gentle and relaxed look in front of the Princess disappeared, and a cold aura rose in his settled gold eyes.

"That won't happen."

He answered slowly as if there was no room for any second thoughts.

"Some beliefs must be broken to be of full value. The first Prince of Katzen is dead."

Cesare Dwisler-Katzen dies.

He finally admitted that he saw no further way forward.

"There is no other hope. This is the end."

Leaving behind the past where he had been confident that he would struggle until the end, he is now ready to humbly accept death. It was only in front of Medea that the recognition was made. It was funny and sad at the same time.

Ironically, he ended up admitting his end to the person he least wanted to show his end to.

Medea, who could not have known about Cesare's discouragement, had shining green eyes.

A clear voice rang out, completely unanimous with his assertion.

"Well, that's something we'll have to see through to the end."

Medea opened the drawer with a creak.

It was ridiculous how she spoke as If she had just remembered it, even though she had prepared it from the beginning.

A small velvet box was thrust before Cesare's eyes.

"...What?"

Green eyes answered as if telling him to open them.

Click. 

As soon as the box opened, his straight fingers froze. A violent tremble occurred in his golden pupils.

Silence fell in the bedroom.

"...This is."

"Acares, you must have noticed?"

A blue cylinder wrapped in velvet appeared before Cesare, shining brightly as if it were a lie.

"The dawn goblet. What your Facade was looking for."

"..."

"It's not yours or the Tower, it's ours, Valdina's."

Medea answered calmly.

Cesare picked up the bottle. Even as the cold chill spread across his skin, it still felt unreal.

That the dawn's sunset really appeared before my eyes. That I could hold it in my hand right now.

As if teasing him, the silver liquid inside the cylinder sloshed.

The vivid twinkling of stars was dazzlingly bright. 

The fake cylinder he found in the King's Tower was nothing compared to it.

As the candle lit, Cesare realized it. He turned his head and stared at Medea.

"So you, Princess, were the one who hid the fake."

"You're not planning on getting angry, are you? I've turned a blind eye to you guys overturning the palace of a foreign country out of affection."

Medea answered indifferently.

The consistently noble expression and attitude rather pointed out the shameless appearance of the Facade.

"How could I get angry?"

Cesare managed to speak while holding the lantern.

His throat was so choked up that he felt like a strange sound was going to escape.

"Acares, give this to the First Prince. It's a gift from Valdina."

"..."

"Furthermore, this is my prayer of favor to your Facade. Remember it."

The messenger chosen by Medea is not the tower, but the Facade.

A calm voice, as if telling him not to forget, woke Cesare up from his distant mind.

"Princess, do you really intend to save the First Prince?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Medea turned around to face Cesare completely. A calm, indifferent air passed over her clean face.

"I want him to survive."

She hopes that he can shake the empire while she's still alive. She hopes that the Emperor and Jason will be swept away by that shaking without any help.

The first Prince is a dominant species that disrupts the ecosystem.

If he, who ended his life early in her last life, does not die, how will the empire and even the continent change?

"..."

Cesare's eyes sparkled at Medea's words.

"Yes. I'll tell him."

Medea didn't notice that his voice was hoarse and cracking.

"Yes, Acares. I hope you don't betray my trust."

It was a great adventure for Medea to send the dawn's goblet into the hands of the Facade.

At her rebuke, the mercenary smiled again and knelt before Medea. A cool, straight hand reached out and took her hand.

As his fine black hair tickled her skin, Medeq felt a hot sensation like a brand being imprinted on the back of her hand.

Cesare bent down and kissed the back of Medea's hand.

"In the name of Facade, I will clearly tell you that Valdina's Star saved the First Prince."

Medea was momentarily taken aback by the piety that flowed from his unruffled posture and self-appointed submissive attitude.

He kneels and bows his head in front of someone.

Because it was something she had never imagined since she first met Acares, the head of the Facade.

Wasn't this man so arrogant that he was shameless, regardless of his social status?

"And I..."

A rich voice slowly rang in her ears as if it was not over yet.

"Medea, I will become your greatest sword."

The Princess probably neither knows nor understands the joy that now thrills Cesare.

It was not his choice that he, who had fiercely fought against the curse of the beginning and defied fate, finally came to terms with everything.

The harsh reality forced him to accept it.

Cesare, he too, as a mere human, cannot escape the shackles of fate.

But, the Princess in front of him broke that shackle.

As the sun rises behind the horizon, it drives away the darkness at the edge of death and rescues him.

Medea de Valdina, she.

Just as a bird hatching from an egg marks the first person it encounters as its mother. Medea's clear golden eyes are captured.

From the fragile silver hair that seemed like it could break to the firm gaze that didn't match the dense facial features, everything was engraved on him.

I'll probably live the rest of my life for this woman.

A perception bordering on prophecy was embedded in Cesare's mind.

"There is a falling giant star. It is a very dark one. That star will cut down the chaos blocking your path."

It was the moment when the prophecy of the blind old woman, whom he had never known, had come true, which he had once given to Medea.

At the same time, soaring joy and rapture filled Cesare's heart.

At that moment, instinct guided him more than reason.

His hands took Medea's hands and wrapped them around his neck. As if Medea's hand were putting an invisible leash around his neck.

"As the Princess wishes."

Your enemy is my enemy, your dream is my desire, and I will be your only and eternal comfort. 

Cesare lowered his head with a silent oath that resonated through his lungs.

He pressed his lips down onto the soft skin as if stamping a seal on her small palm.

The strong momentum and hot heat were transmitted to Medea through her skin. Her green eyes, which rarely wavered, shook violently.

"What kind of weird shit is this-"

Medea tried to shake off the hand of the man she had never heard of, but a strong hand covered her hand and did not let go.

She could feel his throbbing pulse through their skin touching.

And when Medea tried to kick his chest, the pressure was released.

“Acares!”

"Then goodbye, Medea."

A slow, deep voice rang in Medea's ears.

He had already snatched the parachute and jumped out the window.

The fluttering curtains were the only trace of his brief stay here.

"What the heck... He is being selfish to the end."

Medea frowned and lowered her chest.

She felt like her heart was pounding so hard she didn't know what to do. It seemed like it could be heard outside.

The white fingers that had been pressing her feverish cheek flinched involuntarily. It seemed as if his hot body temperature still lingered.

The throbbing sensation in her neck as he held it, the hair tickling her hand, the clear golden eyes looking up at her as he knelt down.

The sight of a beast baring its sharp teeth and seemingly meekly obeying her grasp.

That strange and bewildering feeling was new to Medea, and she was caught up in it helplessly for a moment.

Medea sighed in confusion as if a storm had swept over her. 

Haa. 

She took a deep breath and quickly regained her composure.

The heat in his green eyes disappeared and a cool aura took over.

'With this, the first Prince of Katzen will be resurrected.'

Regardless of the leader's antics, the Facade will faithfully carry out its mission.

The future in which the first Prince, who was an unfortunate loser, survives is one that never happened. Even Medea herself was not sure whether this choice would be beneficial or detrimental.

Perhaps, she even had a slight hesitation that she had let go of the leash of something that even she could not handle.

"I don't care."

But what Medea wanted in this life was neither an empire nor victory.

She wanted only the complete downfall of her enemies.

So, she didn't care who her mad dog bit off as long as it could shake the empire.

Medea looked up at the sky. Before she knew it, pitch-black darkness was covering the world.

The sparkle of the silver stars became even more prominent.

“Jason, Rachel..."

In the dark of the night, the names of our enemies were carried away by the cool wind. 

"Wait a minute, it's your turn soon."

Medea's revenge started from now.

< The Crown I Will Take From You > Part 1 ends

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