Escape From The Tyrant

Back to the Past Bag.10

"Dylan thanked me for the first time."

Charlize felt something like a sensation. Certainly is. He felt all his efforts had paid off.

Seeing the 7th concubine recognize him as her teacher, the prince's attitude was increasingly visible.

It was Dylan who never broke down the wall of his heart. It's more than that.

"Teacher…"

Dylan sighed for a moment.

"I'm confused."

It was an unexpected voice. Charlize tried not to panic.

“What's up, Prince?”

"More than Master looks at me, I see you more confused."

Whatdoes thatmean?

Charlize doesn't like puzzles. He doesn't like the feeling that he doesn't know.

The process of suffering and brainwashing in front of the puzzle was extremely difficult.

Charlize could not miss Dylan's words lightly, as in everyday life.

This was the first time Dylan had spoken about his thoughts for her. There must be intention.

“...If you have any questions, you can ask me anytime.”

Charlize replied calmly.

However, this does not seem like a good choice.

Like talking in someone's sleep. And like a regular comment that goes against yourself. Was that the word he said in impulsive moments?

Dylan covered his mouth with the expression “Ups”. Speech interrupted.

'What are you thinking, Dylan?'

Knowing her strong vigilance, Charlize could not get close.

He just assumed it was an unusual idea. Judging from Dylan's genius, it was probably a pretty dangerous idea.

Charlize looked at Dylan for a moment. Still, he was building a barrier wall within him.

"Is it alright if I only decide one misunderstanding for the prince?"

He can say this much.

“I didn't stare at the prince with a confused look. I was just waiting.”

“You're waiting..”.

Dylan followed the final sentence. He'll be fine because that's the first question he starts.

Charlize lowered her voice and whispered.

"Yes, when I get the white drawing paper."

In Charlize's eyes, Dylan was like a pure white drawing paper human.

A sweet analogy for a man who will be a dangerous tyrant in the future. It tickles like a bird feather.

If you paint it black, it will be black, and if you paint it red, it will be red. It's like drawing paper.

“…”

Dylan looked at Charlize with those 'suspicious' eyes. Charlize laughs. He didn't ask any questions anyway.

No need to add explanation.

Without revealing each other's innermost thoughts, the conversation ended similarly.

***

That night Charlize had a nightmare. That's a strange thing. He usually does not dream.

'Save me!'

He screams everywhere.

In the dream, Charlize was Keira.

The Emperor who held Keira was unstoppable. With no mercy in his hands, he brutally swung the sword.

A person's blood, flesh, skin, and tears were all in my body. It was dying.

Blame myself? Never does.

No. ...Really no?

"The sword has eaten people."

“If it were not for that, an innocent person would not have died in vain.”

No matter how much he said it, it was useless.

No one but the emperor could hear the language of the sword. The emperors laughed happily at the words of praise and hatred from the sword.

At that moment, Keira felt dizzy. He denied the bursts of words from all directions.

He wanted to cover his ears, but he had no ears and no hands. It was terrible at the time. He shakes all over his body. He has no choice.

Someone, no, the Emperor just swung the sword because it was for his own sake. Again and again.

People are dying again. He 'killed' them, but that wasn't his wish. That was an offer.

Does it make sense? Makes sense. The empire actually made a woman into a sword. He can't believe it. She's confused. He kept thinking.

- Does anyone understand? How would you describe this pain? Do you think you would understand if I told you?

can you imagine it? I'm glad you don't think I'm crazy. Can you understand what I'm going through?

no, you don't know this hell unless you experience it yourself. You are nobody, and you have never experienced it.

I'm the only one who remembers when I went back in time. Don't forget. What the Empire did to me. Only that memory kept me going.

when I forget, I lose my reason. Why am I running so hard? What was the reason for burning like this?

I will not be eaten by skepticism.

"Sword."

"The damned sword."

"It must be a sword with a demon in it."

"The ugly sword."

"The meat sword."

I don't want to kill you. I don't want to kill you!

"Hyuk, ha, ha, ha ..."

Charlize jumped in shock.

His heart was beating like it was about to explode. The sound of beating seemed to spread clearly in his ears.

Exhaling, he managed to control his trembling body. His entire body trembled and trembled weakly.

He's quite dazed.

"I'm having a nightmare."

He is a human. He is no longer a sword. Charlize felt something hot run down her cheeks.

Whatisit?

'Eye water?'

Am I crying?

"Why…"

What do these tears mean?

Charlize did not know it would be very difficult to realize her feelings.

He didn't know how to explain it, because it was so foreign.

Is it because of a long nightmare? Is that anger? Is it angry or something? Or am I sad?

Do I feel regret for losing my humanity and becoming a monster for revenge again?

There is no reason to cry. No, to be exact, he did not have the time to enjoy the sentiment casually like spilling tears in his eyes.

It was already morning when he raised his head. The building is very quiet.

The 13th Prince's palace, where several people worked. This place was neither the Great Family nor the battlefield nor the side of the Emperor.

Surprisingly, he felt calm when he thought that Dylan's bedroom wasn't far from here.

His trembling fingertips gradually subsided. Pretty freaky.

"I was wondering…"

He mumbled casually to himself.

He thought about it all day, but he did not understand what it meant. Charlize.

Window's closed.

A few days ago, he remembered Dylan playing the piano and himself singing "Secret Hello". It happened just a few days ago, but it seemed like he had already passed through it a long time ago.

Tears are dripping. The blanket is slowly getting wet. Charlize looked at the sword on the wall.

"I want to swing around."

It was a sudden impulse.he must have woken up from his sleep anyway. Tears are still flowing.

Under this emotional state, the person trying to sleep will have nightmares again.

In his experience, when he was having trouble, he had to move his body. People lose their minds when they use their bodies.

"Come clear my mind."

Charlize stood up carelessly.

It's still morning. The moon rises brilliantly in the night sky.

For the first time since becoming Dylan's teacher, she came out wearing a knight uniform instead of a dress. He soon arrived at the training room.

And.

Geniuses of the century began to use swords. Charlize sank in panic until the morning sun appeared. He even forgot the time passed.

He felt like he was pouring energy into the air, so he emptied everything. He brushed.

"Emotion is luxury."

Everything has to go according to plan. The sword obeyed Charlize as if she was serving her. It moved as easily as if it was his body.

Just as someone raised his arm thoughtlessly, swinging a sword was just a swing.

It is naturally like running water. Breathe in comfortably. It was so easy and simple.

He lives as a sword and reigns over all swords. Humans are in an unreachable condition.

An intense feeling was devoured by the sword.

Fire is usually red, but very hot fire is blue. It was Charlize's blue-black fire sword.

Not long before he felt cool.

“…”

Charlize lowered the sword diagonally. And calmly put it into the sword behind his back.

***

He skipped breakfast and took a shower. What can he do until he has a nightmare?

Just when he woke up. He must be conscious.

Charlize washed her body and even her emotions.

Today is sword class. As always, class is easy. None of them showed their skills.

Towards the 15th day, Dylan had only practiced the basic posture of hitting a straw doll with a wooden sword.

“Excuse me, miss.”.

It was the voice of Mary.

It was during class, so the waiter was very careful when talking to him.

Charlize looked at Maria.

"What the hell is going on?"

“Nothing at all, sorry. I don't mean to bother you at all. You have a guest, and he's looking for Prince.”.

'A guest?'

“Prince 9th. She is waiting in the living room on the first floor now.”

Prince 9th. It's totally unexpected. He understood that Mary was ever vigilant.

Guests were not invited, but a visit from the royal family and they were both in class, so it would be difficult to keep her waiting.

Charlize thought for a moment and said to Dylan.

"I have to end class today."

"Yes the teacher."

As he went with Dylan to the living room where the 9th prince had been taken, Charlize asked Mary.

"Mary, do you know why the 9th Prince came?"

“I'm not sure. But, uh, the prince also wants to meet you princess.”.

When Charlize was startled by the unexpected remark, Marry felt regret and nodded her head.

What happened to Ronan?

There's only one point.

Charlize recalled before returning to the past. The 9th prince seemed to have lived for quite a while, but the reason was probably because he was useless.

He thought it wasn't even a checklist.

But if there was one thing about the 9th prince that he remembered, he could tell that she was a woman.

Waiting in the living room, the 9th prince was enjoying a warm drink.

Meanwhile, Dylan who changed clothes entered the living room first. Charlize followed.

"Did you say it was Ronan's disgrace?"

The 9th Prince suddenly asked Charlize, it seems that she ignored Dylan.

His pupils, looking through Charlize's outer appearance, for a moment widened by her extraordinary appearance.

"What's? So she lives here.”

Immediately he came to his senses and smiled ominously as he glanced at Charlize.

“I'd love it if you didn't drag it by saying it was scary, let alone holding a sword. Did you get the knight title with your face?”