Escape From The Tyrant

Taming the Tyrant of the Future Bag.1

Before he returned to the past, Charlize did not participate in the sword competition.

Because he knew the Grand Duke would be more pleased with the prince's appearance than the princess's extraordinary appearance.

'I want to make my brothers shine.'

As a result, I could only see them from a distance. Of course, his family did not try to know Charlize's pitiful heart.

Competition with tens of thousands of participants. There were too many people to determine the finalist because the job was daunting.

"I'll start the preliminary round now!"Exclamation Organizer.

Shouting in front of countless participants. It was the host of the famous Marquis Benedict, the main representative of the competition.

“This is what the qualification looks like. A total of 36 balls are in this box. If I take any ball and lift it, the mission information on the ball will be qualification. ”

Charlize already knows how to get away.

'Rescape from fantasy dungeons.'

The marquis grabbed the ball from the box and picked it up. He made a low-key announcement about the tension.

"Rescape from the fantasy basement."

"Thousands of people who come first, are served first."

"Thousands of people who come first, are first served."

As Charlize muttered inwardly, as the Marquis said solemnly. The marquis laughed when he saw the slightly frightened participants.

“Fantasy basement is literally a maze designed to hallucinate. The monster is in front of your eyes, but in reality, everything is fake. You will not get hurt if attacked. ”

Of course, it hurts a lot. Marquis added.

“To reach 1,000 people who come first, he who will be served, all monsters that block the way must be cut down. The participants have to fight their own fears.”

It requires swordsmanship, but it doesn't hurt. That's a great way to get away.

"The more afraid you are, the stronger the monster will be."

In other words, it was like a nightmare of reality that could be seen without having to dream. I've experienced getting into fantasy dungeons a few times.

Under the emperor-ruled Keira, all monsters were slaughtered.

“Then, all participants, please enter the basement! The preliminary round ends automatically when a thousand people are declared to have escaped!”

The preliminary round began with the final shout of the Marquis.

Charlize stepped in easily.

Swinging the sword, the monster had fallen. Not to mention the fake one, as it completely boiled his knees in front of him.

He quickly identified and pierced the monster's weakness. Charlize is not exhausted. The monster attack was easily avoided.

Crpr!

A big wolf with five heads, a flying bat with rainbow wings, and a snake whose scales were as sharp as a sword.

In front of Charlize's sword, it immediately fell like smoke.

Although a series of participants gave up in fear, Charlize moved forward without hesitation.

The light is getting closer. The corner of Charlize's mouth was raised. At that time. The lion, hiding in the corner, and rushed to bite Charlize's arm.

His head is a lion, but his body is a dragon. Charlize stabbed her sword at the open-mouthed lion's neck.

With burp.

The squirming lion head was fixed with his left hand, and the sword was pierced at the monster's weak spot with an expressionless face.

The fake monster that was pierced with a sword immediately disappeared with smoke. Charlize licked her lips.

The exit is visible.

Charlize was not in a hurry as she only had to make it come first to be served. Instead, the fantasy basement is as beautiful as a tourist destination if you want to enjoy it.

Unlike ordinary basements, the interior glittered brilliantly as if it had been replaced with a colorful gem. It is cold and not damp.

Unrealistic beauty is everywhere.

'It's amazing to see it slowly.'

Instead of ice, gold fruits hang. If you eat it, of course you will experience hallucinations.

Floating fish that daydream in the air are also impressive. The color changes over time and attracts attention.

Of course, monsters in tourist mode often annoy Charlize.

Charlize took care of the monster without much effort.

"Congratulations!"

Perhaps because he was always in a dark place the entire time, his eyes were wide open as the bright sun came out.

Charlize walked over with a slight frown on her forehead. As if enjoying the festival, enthusiastic cheers and applause scattered.

“You're the 85th finalist!”

I came out like this, but still in double digits? Charlize shrugged lightly in surprise.

There was no trace of blood that I thought I had splashed when slashing at the monster. The clothes were clean when they arrived.

The difference is only in the arm there is a slight wrinkle.

"Please tell me your name."

“Lize.”

Charlize was immediately given a card that read '85'.

Tomorrow, 100 players will go to the final and the final round. From now on, the election will be conducted through competition.

The sword competition was an interesting spectacle, and attracted many spectators. Before returning to the past, Charlize always sat in the stands.

"This time is different."

Charlize had the confidence to defeat all her opponents.

But until then, Charlize had no idea that I would meet my family in the final tomorrow.

*****

The day before the competition.

In front of the Duke's second son, Dante, the servant knelt down.

"The mouth said Charlize had received a letter a few days ago, but why didn't she reply?"

“Yah, the..”.

I can't help it.

Dante purposely hides the truth in case he gets aggrieved ahead of the competition. I can't hide it anymore.

“He did not reply to his letter.”

"…What?"

“Sang princess. He did not reply to his letter.”

Only after the maid carefully told him twice did Dante realize the situation. Why would he do that? That kid? Is his interest in me gone?

"…That's impossible. I'm sure he didn't know that I sent him.Just it?”

“After reading the letter and confirming the sender, he returned it without any intention of replying..”.

The waiter immediately denied.

Dante blinked his eyes.

This is not what Dante thinks.

Charlize's cheeks were about to blush, a voice of excitement she asked many times to ask if it was her brother who sent her the letter.

All the waiter had to say was a princess like this. How nervous, how happy, and how excited he was.

But he saw my name and sent the letter back?

"What's the fuss?"

After entering the dining room, the Grand Duke withdrew his eyes. The first son returned to the academy dormitory some time ago. So there are two people left in the Grand Duke's castle.

Dante lowered his eyes as the Grand Duke and he looked at each other.

“Nothing, Dad. This waiter made a mistake, and apologized to me.”

Knowing that the Grand Duke had no mercy on his own flesh and blood, the servant lowered his head and made a guilty face.

The Grand Duke's cold gaze passed him. He prefers a quiet morning.

“Do not be noisy in the morning.”

"I'm sorry."

Dante glanced at the waiter. The waiter shook his knees and retreated. The meal took place in a stiff atmosphere.

"Tomorrow the competition has begun."

Suddenly the Grand Duke opened his mouth.

"May I expect your value?"

Dante blinked at the subtle pressure from the Grand Duke.

"I'm working hard on my training, Dad."

"Yes. Try to stay fit.”

Dante has something he wants to say more than just talking about the competition.

“Yah, dad..”

The main topic of breakfast is difficult stories, such as politics and economics.

However, Dante broke the unwritten rule.

"There may be news about Charlize,"

Dante bit his lip. This was because the Grand Duke's expression became grim.

"To make the rice taste worse, what are you trying to say on the table?"

"…I'm sorry."

Dante lowered his gaze.

The Grand Duke was not happy.

"Be careful."

"I'll be careful."

Maybe because the atmosphere is not fun at all.

The silence continued.

The Grand Duke was uncomfortable. I rushed over and started eating. Suddenly, the Grand Duke's chair was visible in his eyes.

A chair with white lilies to always honor the Grand Duke.

There is a place for the dead, but there is no place for the living.

"I've never eaten with that kid."

There's some chance.

As long as Charlize first got down and sat in the dining room, the Grand Duke left that morning.

And after that, it had happened several times, and now Charlize did not appear in the dining room.

'A useless thought.'

Dante put Charlize's name in his mouth for no reason. I'm just a little fucked up.

The Grand Duke roughly passed through the dining room. Dante, who was left behind, sighed slowly and put down his fork.

Even though I thought it was wrong, I kept thinking about the reaction that the waiter did nothing. What are you saying that's true?

Charlize.

He saw Dante's name and sent back the letter.

'What feeling is this?'

My heart trembled with anxiety. Dante tried hard to ignore this strange sensation, but to no avail. Something changed little by little.

*****

The final round is different from the preliminary round. For now, the stage for the formal competition was huge and colorful.

And the audience seats surround in the center of the stage. The crowd that crowded watched the competition excitedly.

The first competition was soon fought.

“Before the match, be polite with each other,” the referee said.

Charlize greeted with a neat silence.

Charlize's sword is a double sword. For the sake of thought, I plan to use this sword that the 9th Prince does not know.

'At that time, it was a long sword, so this time I could use a double sword.'

Charlize looked at her first opponent. He looks five years older than her. This is a grown man.

I always felt a strange excitement that felt like my heart was going to explode right before the actual battle started. I'm feeling nervous.

Charlize has to win the competition because she has high goals. Is it because of the pressure that he shouldn't make a mistake?

Charlize closed her eyes with a sword in her hand. And take a deep breath.

"Start!"

I heard the referee's scream. Charlize opened her eyes.

The opponent who looked down on Charlize, who had a relatively small body size, rushed first.

In his experience, the more nervous Charlize was, the better she was.

Heartbeats that sound like they're coming out.

Cold in the spine.

A whitening feeling in the head, and only a feeling of being immersed in the present moment.

“Lize, win!”

Of course, Charlize won.

Charlize slowly got up. But at that moment, I realized that the seat of the 9th prince was empty.

The Imperial Family is obliged to attend the sword competition.

The 9th prince was not seen until his turn in the second battle.

'Why?'

Immediately, what Charlize said herself appeared in her mind.

[I will accept whatever direction the obsession has revealed.]

Charlize had known only one person for hundreds of years which made one disappear at a time.

He never gave his own to anyone else.

A king who never loses something in his hands.

Charlize felt an invisible chain.

Maybe it was Dylan.

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