Escape From The Tyrant

Taming the Tyrant of the Future Bag.6

Die. Die.

Someone's dead. It happens every day. Butwhy?

From the very beginning, she had planned everything on the premise of the 7th concubine's death. When Charlize returned to the past, the 7th concubine had been poisoned and was unable to use her hands.

It was good that his suffering was lessened thanks to 'Ramuan-Heelu'.

'Before I went back in time, Dylan couldn't take the pain out of the 7th concubine. Even on his deathbed…'

But this time, he allowed himself to win it. It was a large rod obtained by Charlize and she gave that 'Runger-Heelu' to Dylan.

The guilt of him failing to be there when he died was the reason why Dylan was so desperate with the will of the 7th concubine.

At least lucky that he seems to have greatly eased his guilt.

Unlike before she returned to the past, the 7th concubine died peacefully in bed.

Soon after he died, a morgue was set up in the building.

Charlize watched as Dylan became the head mourner in a black mourning suit. The burden seemed too heavy for a boy to bear.

But Dylan was brave.

"Dylan never cries."

He often saw his eyes turn red. In the end, the tears never fall.

The gaze that often got lost in the distance, just floated in the air. A face without hope, his fists clenched.

Breath that is too open and foggy.

Charlize burned the incense and expressed her condolences on the portrait. Charlize, who was wearing a polite black dress, was greeted calmly by Dylan.

“May the deceased rest in peace.”

Surprisingly, there were no mourners.

There are only two of them.

Dylan lost his words. And Charlize is next to him.

Dylan never spoke to Charlize first. No, actually he didn't see her talking to anyone.

Dylan held the will of the 7th concubine in his hand during the funeral.

[Do not get sick, do not stand out, and persist in any way.]

'Is his will the same as before I went back to the past? Dylan treated her so precious that I couldn't even think of seeing her.'

Charlize was only by his side. Sometimes words of comfort are useless.

His heart is broken. He's devastated. How can it be calmed?

Charlize did not give Dylan any advice or interference. They have made it a perfect memorial service and only mourning.

Perhaps because there were no mourners, the morgue became cold and cold.

“... Ahh.”

Since he had not slept for nearly a week, drowsiness came and at some point, he fell asleep in the morgue. He quickly woke up because sleeping leaning against the wall was uncomfortable.

As he opened his eyes, there was a soft blanket covering his body.

There were quite a few people in the morgue, so it was clear who covered it with a blanket.

'Dylan.'

He would rather have her cry, suffer, and let his emotions flow, but Dylan was silent.

They meet in the air.

It was different from his usual feelings.

The Prince's blue eyes always felt transparent and clear, but now it looked rather dark and cruel.

“... How about eating something, even a little? Prince."

The whirl of emotions disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Dylan didn't eat anything during the funeral. He also did not see her sleeping, although he was at an age where growth was important.

Dylan, who was awake all night, felt somewhat decadent and gloomy.

'I know what it's like to lose a family. How difficult it is to unite your emotions in the face of soaring emptiness.'

Even now, he was managing his emotions quite well, but the boy continued to have a dangerous atmosphere around him as if he did not have the energy to act.

'His presence was so strong that it was amazing that he had been hiding it all this time.'

Sharp and cold ruler character. It was shocking and incredible.

To lead, press, possess, and control. Perfectly equipped with the ability to have anything if one only wanted it, unaffected by the bloodshed.

“…”

Dilan shook his head. He doesn't seem to want to eat.

Dylan looked at him with a somewhat complicated gaze. His lips are still tightly clenched.

I could only see that he was thinking.

'Why does he want 'Runger-Heelu' as the will to win the sword competition?"

He seemed to think back to when he became Dylan's teacher.

It's not a search or an adjustment. Dylan was just trying to figure out Charlize thoroughly.

Charlize remained silent. Because that's all he can do? No. gabe. Here's what he's got to do.

Charlize who said earlier that it was okay to doubt him.

***

"Charlize of the Ronan family, greet you, 5th Prince."

Charlize treated him politely. The 5th prince raised his head.

'Is she the bad woman I've heard of?'

It's just a face like that. The reaction is so familiar that it doesn't matter.

The 5th prince came as a mourner. She was a member of the imperial family who had no contact with the 7th concubine.

Charlize looked at the back of the 5th Prince who entered the morgue with strange eyes.

He was Dietrich II and the second-generation owner of Keira before he returned to the past.

The lucky man who finally won the throne war just for attending the funeral of the 7th concubine.

'The 5th Prince mourned. You came on the last day of the funeral.'

He and the 5th Prince were the only ones who came to the morgue to offer their condolences.

She could vaguely understand what Dylan might have thought when she looked at the 5th prince before she returned to the past.

'In this place where everyone left the 13th Prince, the only person who found his trace and mourned him was the 5th Prince.'

'I keep forgetting, but Dylan's still 14. Too young to lose his mother.'

“No one came, as expected.”

“Honestly, no one dared to come. If someone came, the 2nd concubine would hold a grudge against them. ”

“But still, someone died ...”

Charlize's face hardened when she heard the servants talking.

It was not the voice of the prince and Mary's servants, but the employees who worked in the 7th concubine building.

The servants chatting behind the wall were frightened and silent when Charlize appeared.

“Sorry, I'm sorry. My Lady."

When Charlize warned them, the servants bowed in surprise. They immediately ran away from Charlize.

The 5th Prince did not stay for long and immediately left the morgue.

Charlize lingered outside because she was frustrated and wanted to feel the breeze outside.

The funeral procession was completed in the morning. The funeral will be over soon.

Dylan ate this morning for the first time since the death of the 7th concubine.

Yep. Dylan's gonna be fine. It's gonna be fine. Like before he went back in time.

'I have to go back to the morgue. I must remain by his side until the end.'

Thinking about it, he could not stop walking. The rain started to fall.

'Oh no. I don't have an umbrella.'

When he tried to call the maid, he remembered that the frightened one had already fled to the morgue.

'Well, that doesn't mean I'll die just because I'm exposed to rain.'

Drizzling rain. The black dress was slowly wet. The sensation lingering all over his body was extremely unpleasant. He let her go.

He was grateful for the cold night wind and the rain that cooled the inexplicable heat he felt.

Charlize's move stopped. It was because Dylan was standing right in front of him.

The night sky behind Dylan's back was dark. Like his black hair. Dark and flat.

Dylan looked straight at him who was standing in the drizzling rain. Water goes down to the temple. Dylan handed the will to Charlize.

“…”

Charlize hesitated for a moment, then opened the will and read it.

The handwriting of the 7th concubine was as clear and neat as her mood.

[Do whatever you want to do and live. While it may stand out, live according to your own desires. I want you to live your life freely.]

“…!”

'The will has changed.'

Wh why?

'Because I twisted the flow of destiny?'

Charlize was in a daze. Before she returned to the past, the 7th concubine died accompanied by pain.

He probably hoped that Dylan would never suffer the same pain as him.

But this time.

Thanks to Heelu's potion, there was no pain. People can be more careful when they are not sick.

What he left for Dylan was received very positively by Charlize.

"He said it wasn't a will left just for me."

“…?”

"He said it was something he wanted to say to Master as well."

Dylan's voice felt firm and deep. Perhaps because he did not hear his voice properly, his arm became itchy for no reason.

The feeling of wanting to scratch that feeling. His heart is pounding.

Charlize, who had failed to control her power, slightly squeezed out her will.

“What I want to do. I don't know what I want to do yet. But I'm sure Master has it.”

"…Yes. I have it."

Charlize replied with a gasp. She became Dylan's teacher in the summer, and the 7th concubine died in the fall.

As the seasons change, Charlize teaches Dylan out loud in her own way.

But they know. It was a class close to formality.

Dylan acted as if he was an ordinary disciple, and the progress of the class was mostly smooth.

But at that moment. Charlize and Dylan looked at each other.

All external values are meaningless. Age, gender, and status. Even public opinion is no problem.

"Please teach me."

"Prince."

Charlize held back her excitement. He lowered his head and then kept the will.

Charlize, soaked by raindrops, she was still very dazzling. He knelt in front of Dylan.

The dress fluttered down. Charlize lowered her gaze calmly.

When a knight decides on his master, he must have a proper ceremony. But what is the point of the procedure in this situation?

It was a swordless oath to offer, but Charlize's expression was elegant.

"Please be my master."

Charlize's voice pretended to be as slow as honey.

"As the first knight to lead and rule this country in the future, allow me to be chosen."

According to tradition, the king placed his hand on the head of the knight who had knelt down and carried out his vows.

But Dylan wouldn't. How dare he do that to his teacher.

Dylan followed Charlize and knelt down to have them level with his eyes. It was in the dirty ground that had been muddy by the rain.

Charlize's slightly embarrassed gaze followed her.

“…”

Dylan followed the tradition that a knight followed with a Lady.

She gently grasped the back of Charlize's hand, and she placed her lips on it.

A mild sensation of the lips touching the skin of his hand. The feeling of tickling the body like a feather.

“Please be my Woman.”

Meanwhile Charlize had sworn a knight oath to Dylan as her Master...

Dylan brought the knight oath to the Lady.

Charlize looked at Dylan strangely. Dylan thought the inside of his chest was numb.

“What's left for me..”.

Now, now,

"Just a teacher."

It was a desperate and horrible voice. Like tearing someone's heart. A hot voice like it was about to vomit blood.

That night, Charlize finally realized that the child barrier wall had been completely torn down.

'White drawing paper without any image' appeared in his grasp.

Charlize becomes the one who can inject her desire into Dylan.

Dylan stared at Charlize blindly as if the tame beast was moaning at his trainer out of affection.

The first meeting between Charlize and Dylan was in (Chapter 3)