Escape From The Tyrant

Back to the past Bag.11

The 9th prince knew the name Charlize Ronan. He is also famous in the community.

She was a bully woman, and she was only 15 years old, so she thought she would pay attention to her.

After a morning dream, Charlize had a strange atmosphere somewhere. Even then, it was too interesting.

"I'm Lady Charlize Ronan, nice to meet you 9th Prince."

Charlize has the decency of the royal family. He could not think of any expression on his face.

The 9th Prince accidentally swallowed his saliva.

“I heard the only thing you can do is seduce a man? Oh, my God."

The 9th Prince was easily attracted to Dylan.

To the 9th prince, Charlize in front of him looked more like a plaything funnier than Dylan.

'Why not?'

think Charlize.

He was used to the mockery. The 9th prince was very young.

Of course, he was 16 years old, so he was only, 1 year older than Charlize.

Physical age means nothing. Keira's age is hundreds of years.

Charlize did not even feel worthy of dealing with this superficial humiliation.

"I've heard from the waiter that you want to see me."

"Yes. I'm curious. What made you decide to become the 13th Prince's teacher?”

“I wrote a small application on the application form, so if you are curious, it never hurts to look for his own year.”

"Are you going to take your guests who just arrived?"

Charlize had never heard the informal talk from Dylan. Therefore, the attitude of the 9th prince did not feel foreign.

Technically, however, the 9th prince's attitude was not against etiquette.

"Don't stand like that, why don't you come and sit down and pour me a cup of tea, Miss?"

To Charlize, the 9th prince's ridicule was like a childish mischief.

Sounds like a fucking parrot from Paris.

However, he slowly began to get upset.

“…”

Suddenly in midair, Charlize and Dylan's gazes intertwined like magnets.

Dylan drowned quietly, and Charlize realized that Dylan did not like the situation.

Surprisingly, the 9th prince would probably die sooner than before he returned to the past. He would die naturally after being caught in the war for the throne.

The 9th prince was so offended that Charlize did not see him.

Dylan dropped his gaze and withdrew from the situation.

The 9th prince told Charlize.

“Don't you think I'm better than that young man? It's been a long time since I came here. ”

Charlize did not reply with her eyes sluggishly open.

The 9th Prince, who thought he was silent because Charlize agreed, was excited and chatted.

“Why don't you become a moving knight at 'under' my command? Oh, I love the sword, so I'll make it referred to as the 9th prince's sword. That's a good title. Surviving imperial family sword.”

The surviving imperial family sword?

It was the language attached to Charlize's ears more clearly than s*ksual speech.

Not even realizing what was reflected in Charlize's eyes, the 9th prince opened his hands.

“Do you think this is an easy opportunity for a knight to gain such honor? This is an opportunity to become the sword of the imperial family, which is as glorious as it is.”

It would be better if it became harassment or humiliation. But it was not a good game to play in front of Charlize, who has lived as Keira for 400 years.

'Keira. Keira.'s.'

'Cursed Sword.'

It was the moment when Charlize's mood, which was indifferent to any humiliation, changed.

Charlize remembered her dream in the morning.

"…..A sword? I mean, seriously.”

A line of former emperors who used 'Keira' at will appeared in my mind.

Years of scars that should be treated as mere objects without the slightest respect as personal reasons.

The 9th Prince, who was unaware that Charlize's mood was cold, laid his shoulders confidently.

"Aren't I going to be much better than that kid?"

The hatred towards the royal family lineage, which was getting colder.

Even the tip of his hatred alone was enough to make Charlize moved.

"Have you heard of the sword?"

"Sword?"

Charlize smiled convincingly. The 9th prince hesitated due to his dazzling smile.

“I am Lady Charlize Ronan, and now is the imperial teacher of the prince. Even a prince can't insult me.”

He thought of using Duke Ronan's power to suppress the prince, but he didn't. Instead, he found a better way.

Using Dylan as an excuse.

"And also, you have insulted the Prince, the disciple I taught. So, as you wish.”

Charlize looked at the 9th prince.

"I ask you to lift your sword."

"What?"

Those blue eyes were filled with a light called a sword.

He was the 9th prince who had never met a horse or a sword, but he instinctively danced the main dance. This was because he felt a momentary pressure.

"I'm officially asking for a duel."

“Duel? Miss and I?”

The 9th Prince, who was under pressure for a moment, tried to laugh at Charlize.

However, his mouth was speechless due to the opposite sex.

It was an area of instinct that the head would never know.

“I was a knight before I became GurubThe 13th Prince. Is there a problem?"

There aren't.

Her fear disappeared upon seeing Charlize's appearance.

The 9th prince laughed at him. How could he be afraid of such a weak girl?

He said“Hahaha- Yes. If a knight of honor is also a knight.”

He thought the knight of honor was a sword, and all the women***** that he had never seen were admirable and he carried a medal.

The same goes for that beautiful woman.

"good. But. It's not me who will duel.”

Something came to his mind.

Wasn't there a new mercenary who happened to be escorting the 9th prince?

He even earned the nickname of butcher by killing people.

'I can't believe it would be thrilling just to think of your crying face.

For the sword, Charlize, who had swung the rapier several times, was happy to see him crying and hanging pitifully.

The giant laughed at Charlize. The physical difference between the two signified a desperate duel.

Charlize was silent for a moment.

The 9th Prince, who thought the woman was frightened, raised his chin generously.

"Yes. How about just back off now?”

"No."

Charlize cut her words firmly.

“My mind will not change.”

It is a good thing to vent one's anger.

The smile on Charlize's mouth faded away in an instant.

It's a terrible arsenic.

The 9th prince instantly hardened. But when he blinked again and looked at Charlize, his smile was already gone.

"If you insist."

Victory is decided. At least the 9th prince believed so.

***

"Teacher."

Are you worried?

Dylan rarely spoke. The prince has a good reputation. It would be better to keep his facial expression.

"I'm fine, Prince."

“…”

Charlize lightly responded to Dylan's worries.

With Charlize's laughter, Dylan seemed to hesitate for a moment. He was worried as if he was trying to add something to it, but there were too many people.

The board became bigger than he thought.

“Duel?”

"A knight of honor, Lady Charlize Ronan, and the 9th prince's bodyguard."

The duel was the exclusive property of a knight.

Due to the position of the holy knight, they faced each other in an official duel.

Whether it was informal or formal, Charlize did not care.

It was the 9th prince to play the game.

“I only respect the opinion of the Miss who proposed the duel.

The 9th prince spoke to himself as if he was aware of that gaze.

When he saw the sly expression of the 9th prince. He seemed to want to humiliate Charlize.

Dozens of observers were already attracted by the aide of the 9th prince.

Most of the knights from the 5th Division of the imperial family came from the palace.

"How could you do that to Miss?"

"You're putting that killer on a subordinate knight?"

The knights chatted. They thought Charlize was a subordinate knight because she never went out.

The Knights respect the Lady.

It was not easy for a knight to point a sword at a Woman wearing a luxurious dress.

But the 9th prince's bodyguard came from a mercenary. He doesn't care about knights.

It was the black long sword chosen by Charlize.

The longest and heaviest of all swords.

"That girl…"

Someone nodded.

Most adults wield a long sword with their hands. But Charlize's face with the long sword was so fresh.

Soon, Charlize and the giant faced each other in a duel of cylinders.

The giant laughed ferociously.

"Start!"

shouted referee.

***

Charlize raised her sword. At that moment, everything was decided.

At first, the giant mercenaries were not serious.

A fancy dress with frills, wavy hair, and a young noble girl who is more suited to tea than a duel.

But as he stood in the same training hall, he felt an unknown chill.

'Fear?'

It was as if he was dealing with a monster for the first time. It seems that it was destroyed by energy.

Charlize smiled, slowly closing her eyes. After all, he looked far from knight etiquette due to his poor posture.

"I'll give you a first chance."

He spoke without knowing that he would fall into one fell swoop. That's what the giant thinks.

"Better not to have a home." he thought.

The owner, the 9th prince, hated getting scratches on the woman's body.

With the idea of finishing it all at once, he swung the great sword at once. He'll throw his sword.

Yet.

Charlize turned her head lightly to dodge the sword gracefully like a butterfly.

Her expression was calm, and the princess did not move her body much.

Maybe it looks boring

It was a ridiculous situation if he was vigilant but avoided a quick blow with force.

"You're done?"

Charlize, who asked that, still did not use a sword.

Suddenly, he felt that he had been ignored, so he opened his eyes horribly.

The raging sword was so rushed towards Charlize. The fragile woman's body would be shattered into pieces.

The 9th prince jumped from his seat.

Instead of dodging it, Charlize's sword stopped the mercenary's sword.

The physical difference between Charlize and the mercenaries was huge.

Because of that, it looks so amazing.

It was clear that the terrifying sword would immediately injure Charlize.

The knights who were watching jumped to their feet.

"How can that sword show such killing intent!"

The severity is too much. They think it's too much.

But Charlize's expression did not change. He slowly raised his sword.

Charlize's eyes with a sword. It shone coldly.