Escape From The Tyrant

Revenge Plan (1)

Next morning.

Charlize got up from the mansion bedroom and took a bath early.

The decision is over. All that remains is training.

The bathroom is attached to the bedroom anyway.

After taking a shower, Charlize could see Mary's back cleaning the bedroom. The maidservants of the imperial family were still living on Charlize's side without any complaints.

“Maria.”

"Oh, grandmaster."

Mary lowered her head in surprise as she concentrated enough to fold the blanket.

Charlize, wearing a white bathrobe, and said to Mary.

"Can you make me perfume? As soon as possible."

“... What perfume?”

Making perfume was Mary's specialty.

Mary raised her head in curiosity. Charlize was the first to recognize Mary's talent in her life.

He had heard the order from His Majesty to make perfume for the Emperor himself, but he had yet to hear any request from Charlize.

"Maybe it's hard enough, Mary."

“...That's no problem! If it's for the grandmaster.”.

It was even more excited.

Mary sharpened her ears intending to work hard in all things with joy.

Charlize laughs.

Mary put down the blanket for now, took out a notebook from her arm, and took out a pen.

Charlize started ordering.

“I need complex and multi-layered aroma. I want the top tone to be the scent of roses. But it's not plain. The smell of bitter grass should also be well mixed. The aroma is strong and does not seem to be easily forgotten.”.

Charlize said as if describing an already existing scent.

“And for the basic tone, there should be a strange sweet taste of dark chocolate. In short, the first feeling is endearing, and the final feeling remains? The scent is quite exotic. ”

Mary, who was making notes with a serious face, looked at Charlize and asked.

"What's the aroma refreshing?"

“Not really. Should I say it's a bit like a ravine?

"G ... Is that clear?"

“Well, it's rather strong and pretty typical for it. It's just not juicy.”

“What is weight?”

"That's normal. It does not change easily, but adapts quickly. ”

Mary was silent for a moment as if she had a hunch.

She did not ask why she needed such a perfume.

"I think I can do it tomorrow."

As expected, competence is always thrilling.

"I'm happy."

Mary was very pleased with Charlize's comments.

At the jargon party, the other servants held their breaths.

They didn't know why, but Charlize and Mary looked great.

Charlize turned to the waiter and ordered them.

“Oh, and you. Can you bring me all the black dresses and accessories?

"They all?"

"Yes. It doesn't have to feel like a funeral.”

The servants' eyes widened, but Charlize's orders were absolute.

They're moving fast.

Speaking of Charlize, she was the most powerful and leading noble in the empire. There were also some dress carriages sent by the Ronan Grand Duke family as a request for redemption, and the accessories sent by the emperor whenever he had free time and it was already on par with the annual budget of the kingdom.

Is that everything? All the dresses from all over the country are all for Charlize.

Although limited to black, the bedroom immediately fills up as they collect everything.

Charlize sat on a chair with an indifferent face and pointed her finger at a few sets of clothes.

“The color of red wine is beautiful.”

It was a dress that showed off her shoulders. It looks black because it is very dark, but when you look closely, it is the color of red wine.

It was specially treated and reflected black whenever there was light, giving it a mysterious look.

The dress was also fitted with gloves of the same color.

The servants obediently served.

“How about black diamond earrings as accessories?”

"okay."

"What about your outerwear, grandmaster?"

"What Chou is holding now."

Chou who was called forward with red cheeks.

Outerwear, which feels light and weak, is black.

"Should I tie your hair? Or should I tie it half?"

"Half."

As Charlize dressed up and stood in front of the mirror, the servants who dressed her shook their fingertips.

The red wine dress with an alluring and immoral feeling flaunted her white and slender shoulders. He covered his shoulders with his outer clothes, but it looked even more covered as it was made of a very thin material.

His lethargic and open eyes gave off the impression of boredom like an absolute ruler today.

The black diamond earrings, which look like diamonds synonymous with transparency, look perfect in Charlize today.

Their bodies continued to tighten because they could not breathe.

They were fellow women, but their mouths continued to water due to the overwhelming feeling they felt towards a very powerful person and the atmosphere of decadent charm.

“…”

Her hair was tied half down and half up. The faint feeling of tiredness somehow seemed even more dangerous.

Her makeup was transparent, but only a color resembling blood was applied lightly on her lips to emphasize it.

Finally, she wore leather gloves of the same color as her dress.

His long, slender fingers were more prominent.

The servants who were usually friendly to Charlize also noticed today. Because the atmosphere is very different from usual.

[Leader, but how will you play the role of an evil god?]

Charlize recalled for a moment her conversation with Payne the night before.

[Is it not enough to act as they think about the image of an evil god?]

[The image of the evil god... If that's the case, I'm sure they're aware of it, leader.]

Payne continued to explain.

Payne seemed to have told me at length about why the evil god liked black, but what mattered was not the postwar situation, but objective facts.

First, the evil god loves dark colors. Dark places, including the night.

Second, the evil god liked situations or places where many people gathered. This is because genocide may have taken place, Payne added.

Third, the evil god was so dazzling that they could be seen even when they were silent. It was damaging to the environment and certainly had the nature of a ruler.

[It's called 'blackening' in technical terms!]

[Black... what?]

[Because there is no other reason why the secret magic tower saw Dylan and suspected that he was an evil god.]

Payne looked very excited, but Charlize listened seriously.

He seems to know what it's like.

A furtive and dangerous feeling flowed from Dylan when Charlize escaped and was arrested again three years later.

The impression he had when he was convinced he had become a blatant tyrant.

But they eventually realize that Dylan is not an evil god.

But Charlize must destroy the secret magic tower.

"We have to fool them completely."

That's why she asked Mary to make perfume.

They should be more sure. Charlize recalled the scent of Kahu's evil and ordered it to Mary.

That was because Charlize's aura was akin to evil, but as Payne had said, Charlize's energy was a bit more akin to an evil god, which had a slightly different trajectory than Kahu's.

“...I will go to the Imperial Palace. Prepare the train.”

"Yes, grandmaster."

Seeing the servants barely making eye contact with Charlize, the picture of her appearance seemed to work.

Unconsciousness is powerful, and humans are more visual than we imagine.

He knows how to act to make them think the way he wants.

Charlize looked up as she moved her fingers with gloves. Slipping. Her hair, half-degrated, tickled her nape and flowed down.

Even when the sun was shining, Charlize only shone with black.

The servants retreated to both sides in absolute obedience.

***

The Imperial Palace Conference

The one sitting at the top so far was the emperor of the Empire, Dylan I. It was a formal meeting where the heads of many noble families were represented by aristocratic societies.

After the empire unified the continent, representative envoys from kingdoms that had been demoted into colonies also participated one by one.

It was no exaggeration to say that it was a place where all the political matters of the imperial continent were decided. Dylan was the only one who had a dull face because it was an era when Emperors were extremely powerful.

In an era of peace when war has stopped, politicians with swords in their mouths have the most power.

As usual, the meeting took place in a solemn and rigid atmosphere.

Suddenly, the front door of the conference hall opened without notice.

“……?”

All eyes were on the front door.

If it were the servants, they would immediately be fired and severely punished for meddling in the quiet meeting. But there.

'Grandmaster?'

There's Charlize.

Charlize looked at Dylan in the highest seat. The eyes of the nobles stuck to the skin until it stung, but what was the problem?

Nobody in this hall did not know Charlize's strength. How strong Charlize's strength could be seen clearly from the current status of Grand Duke Ronan, who was superior but his status was lost and downcast now.

Dylan's boredom is broken.

Even though the meeting was cut off, no one dared to make a move. Charlize walked towards Dylan in everyone's spotlight.

'Teacher, what is this?'

Since he had not consulted Dylan before, Charlize could guess his puzzled expression.

Still, the emperor did not fail to set his expression.

Dylan did not hate him, despite his embarrassment. Instead, he seemed a little interested.

"Your Majesty, may I join the meeting?"

"…of course."

Etiquette is no longer observed.

However, since he was not present in the planned meeting, there was no place for Charlize to sit down.

The imperial nobleman seated next to the emperor stood up from his seat.

"Well, grandmaster, here ..."

"No."

Charlize refused gently and approached Dylan.

For a moment in embarrassment, Dylan put on a strange face as if he understood the situation.

Charlize grabbed Dylan's tie with her gloved hands.

Breath sounds from all sides.

"May I sit on His Majesty's lap, so may I sit down?"

“...Well, sure.”

Uh, I'm fine, right?

Dylan immediately hugged Charlize with a short smile like a skilled actor. Although she was prepared, Charlize's cheeks tickled slightly as she tried to look down at the conference room from the lap of the real emperor.

She felt like a fairy who caught a tyrant.

He aimed for it, even though it was right for him to act like this.

He could see the faces of the nobles who were frightened and frightened.

Dylan's thighs are hard. Dylan seemed to be enjoying the situation, but Charlize hugged his neck slightly awkwardly.

Dylan's hand held Charlize's waist.

"Um, Your Majesty?"

"Yes the teacher."

Dylan's voice is as sweet as honey.

With a gentle and soothing touch as if treating the woman he loves.

Dylan doesn't even have to act. Because he was already infatuated with Charlize. Blindly looking at her, lovingly combing her hair back. It's not hard at all.

The eyes of the nobles widened even more as if something was more shocking. Their eyes widened, but no one dared to scold Charlize.

"I want to be Duke."

“…”

Dylan's expression was blank for a moment.

But soon it was filled with laughter. The Emperor seemed to be completely pleased with Charlize's first wish which was stated blatantly in front of everyone.

“Marquis from Svian.”

"Yes yes! Yep. Your Excellency.”

“Give Charlize Ronan the Duke's honorary title and grant him a suitable castle, territory, and maid.” Dylan orders, while still staring Charlize.

"I, I'll obey your orders."

There were only three nobles with the title of Duke or higher in the Empire, but it was a very quick move.

However, the nobles who were strict with the status system only saw it.

In fact, wasn't Charlize the noble who made the most decisive contribution to Dylan's accession to the throne? Duke's title isn't too much.

"Is there anything else, Master?"

Dylan came back again in a very friendly voice.

Her students were so good at acting that Charlize was shocked for a moment.

Still, he could not miss to be blown away.

"Now that I've become a duke, give me a congratulatory gift, Your Majesty."

"What gift?"

“Please hold a very large festival. Beautiful and magnificent imperial festival that will be recorded in history.”

After all, the evil god preferred crowded situations.

So then.

'This will shake the secret magic tower.'

Charlize thought coldly to herself and then raised her head.

For a moment, he returned with a cold and charismatic look, but no one knew.

Dylan's expression, which was the only one who could see through his inner feelings, was strangely distorted.

“As Master wants.”

Dylan looked at Charlize as if he was watching an exciting show. In their own atmosphere where no one could intervene, Charlize smiled calmly.

***