Escape From The Tyrant

Taming the Tyrant of the Future Bag.7

Dante became anxious because of Charlize, whom he had difficulty reaching.

That was why he carelessly entered the imperial palace and met Charlize.

Charlize, who was walking around, stopped slowly as soon as she saw Dante.

Dante approached him, struggling to suppress his unknown excitement.

“... Charlize.”

Charlize, whom she had met after a long time, was extremely beautiful. He was dressed in dark black and had a strange look.

A dress that shines like a mermaid's scales. The shoulder line opens gently.

The expression on his face, which he could not read from his mind, was very calm.

'What should I say?'

Dante's mind went blank. Before he met Charlize, he had a lot of things he wanted to say.

Starting from the question of why he sent the letter back

But when he saw Charlize, who looked at Dante indifferently, somehow those words did not come out of his lips.

"Sister's wedding will be cancelled."

Only after he said his words did Dante come to his senses. He had never spoken to Charlize about their family, he realized that.

"really?"

Charlize, who was walking in the flower garden, stopped and replied back. 'Is that all he wants to say?' Dante swallowed his saliva.

His forehead is wrinkled, his forehead is wrinkled.

"Yes. She must have been heartbroken for not winning the sword competition, so she postponed her marriage.”

"I understand."

Charlize looked at Dante.

'If before I go back in time, I'm sure you're very sad and heartbroken together. No problem now.'

Destiny has changed. He was not so impressed when he heard the news.

Dante looked embarrassed by Charlize's calmness. Dante said in an even colder tone, his voice hardened,

“…. Is that all you want to say?"

Even though it was a pretty good reply from him. Dante bit his lips violently.

"Sister's wedding will have been cancelled."

"Yes, I understand."

Dante was silent for a moment facing the innocent Charlize as his intention to turn around was slowly revealed.

Charlize has changed.

So obviously, he's not the Charlize he used to be. Begging for our family's love, he's not that kind of kid anymore.

Dante stammered in shame.

"You. You're going to talk to Duke Delmon about your marriage, right? You must do something for the honor of the Ronan family.”

The marriage she talked about with Duke Delmon was her engagement to Kahu.

Unlike before she returned to the past, Charlize was not engaged yet.

'So it's all about this.'

Not until Charlize is sure. He just doesn't understand.

"Am I from Ronan's family?"

"…What do you mean?"

Dante frowned.

"Is my presence an honor to Ronan's family?"

Charlize, who asked this, had a very indifferent face.

Dante was silent for a moment and could not say anything. The answer is 'no'.

No one in the Grand Duke mansion considered Charlize to be Ronan's honor. If one thought of disgrace, one would think of it.

Because Dante grew up watching how the Grand Duke and his brother would treat Charlize…

"… Cough."

Dante coughed.

As he turned his head, Charlize's gaze involuntarily followed.

He swallowed his saliva and remained silent for a long time. The sun is a little stronger. The end of Charlize's dress waved forward and backward in the wind.

Dante felt this atmosphere stifling. But somehow, he wanted to hold it. He couldn't let Charlize go like this.

“... Are you not curious about that family?”

Dante broke the silence, avoiding to answer the previous question. Charlize blinked her pretty eyes expressionlessly like a doll.

"Isn't it normal to report what you're doing?"

“Why should I do that?”

A very dry question. Dante looked at Charlize, feeling that something was falling apart.

'Why?'

'Of course, because you deserve our attention. How long have you been trying to be loved?'

'Are you saying you don't need it anymore?'

His back was cold and his heart was beating faster. No, it's not possible. And even if Charlize had changed, what did that have to do with herself?

'Why am I so upset?'

'What did the boy say?'

"If you've said everything you have to say ..."

Dante was aware because Charlize was very polite.

Charlize, who lowered her head in a perfect manner, passed Dante. Dante hardened like a rock.

Waita minute

Dante tried to catch Charlize. But when he looked back.

"Teacher."

“Oh, prince. … Why did you come out?”

Dante heard Charlize's voice. A completely different tone from the voice he had heard so far.

A warm, sweet and gentle voice, with a smile of humor. Warm voice full of affection and attention.

Dante is embarrassed.

“I'm looking for you because I'm curious. Am I interrupting Master's time?”

“No, Prince. Teaching is my job.”

A friendly conversation.

Is this the prince Charlize decided to teach her? Dylan did not look at Dante in the slightest.

But Dante doesn't care. It's because…

'The boy could have laughed like this.'

The corner of his eyes were strangely wrinkled. A calm attitude echoes subtly. A charming and luxurious smile.

Charlize's smile that Dante had never seen before. In Dante's memory, Charlize was always trembling and barely smiling.

That's unsurprising.

'What the fuck?'

'A truly happy smile. I've never seen him before. So, what kind of smile did I see from that kid before?'

"It was a smile that barely held back tears."

That consciousness hit him like a lightning strike. Dante became empty.

Charlize walked slowly, being nice to Dylan. Even from a distance, one could see how precious Dylan was to be treated by Charlize.

Dante felt like he had lost something very valuable and valuable. It feels weird and cool. His heart sank with a thud.

It was then that the funeral hall of the 7th concubine was being cleaned. Dylan held onto Charlize's sleeve.

Charlize stopped because her eyes showed that she wanted to say something.

As if there was no one there, the servants quietly cleaned the funeral hall. The last portrait of the 7th concubine was also taken.

The boy said clearly,

[Teacher, what do you want?]

Dylan finally asked Charlize a 'question. That relationship has changed.

'You're here.'

At that moment Charlize had a premonition:

The choice of fate has been bestowed upon him. White drawing paper can be colored differently depending on what paint the painter holding the brush uses.

Now it's time to paint in Black, and very dark.

Dylan loyal. What Charlize wanted immediately became Dylan's wish.

[I.].

In the empty funeral hall, someone's voice sounded even more irritating.

Charlize's whisper sounded weak.

[I hope the Prince puts the world under his feet.]

Dylan's expression was unshakable. Charlize looked at the boy and carved her words clearly.

[Please rule the Empire. Take it carefully and destroy it perfectly. Crush it into powder so that no traces remain.]

Despite the incredible talk, Charlize had a gentle face. How much effort and sacrifice should he make?

For the average person, they would become violent just by listening to those words. However, Dylan did not miss out on Charlize.

He accepts it as it is.

[Is that what Teacher wants?]

[Yes, Prince.]

Charlize whispered.

The extraordinary beauty that destroys a country is the color of its administration. It was the most famous test, and Dylan couldn't possibly have known it.

Dylan agreed, although he must have guessed clearly what he thought in her beautiful appearance.

[If the teacher wants it.]

It was as if he knew, and would be willing to take over his wishes.

It was an immoral act to dare to ask this matter to a member of the imperial family, to destroy the person directly involved. Charlize did not say anything even if she was executed for defaming the imperial family.

But Dylan left everything to Charlize. To take the initiative to live his life, neatly.

Other things are impossible.

Is there anyone else in the world who can do it besides Dylan?

'No.'

There aren't. Charlize was able to assert.

Someone who would listen quietly even when asked to destroy the country.

A person who receives every request with a face that says he will accept it. There can't be anyone else but Dylan.

He was in perfect condition beyond his blind devotion.

"Teacher."

Charlize was conscious from her thoughts. It was in the middle of an actual sword battle with Dylan.

Dylan and Charlize now knew each other. All the acting has stopped. He showed his true skills, and the real lessons were being taught.

They were on the deep mountains of the islands.

He cannot show his skills to others.

"Ah."

Charlize.

The real sword fight. The boy called politely as if asking her to give him more attention.

Suddenly, Charlize aimed the real sword at Dylan's neck. He moved by accident, and he won.

"... The fight is over."

Charlize put away the sword gently. The sword entered the scabbard gracefully like a butterfly.

Dylan was defeated by someone for the first time in his life. He doesn't feel bad.

No, Charlize could have tried to kill him, but first offered him his neck to make it easier to cut. A philanthropist, a,

Isn't he the only one in the world?

“Come break.”

'Teachers won't know.'

How narrowly he revealed himself as he swung the sword. This was the reason why he fought smoothly even though he knew the result clearly.

Charlize, who wielded a real sword, had the power to make her look helpless.

After Charlize's words, Dylan gently inserted the sword into the sword collection. He was a good student. A genius who breaks down ranks when taught one thing.

To a teacher, he was an outstanding student who was admired beyond his teaching value.

But Dylan.

'A creepy genius.'

He considered Charlize to be taller than himself. Dylan knew how high his sword abilities were.

Even if it was a swordsman, he thought that he could not follow Charlize's swordsmanship.

“Minum, Guru.”

Dylan offered the bucket he brought to Charlize with both hands first. Charlize accepted without hesitation.

"I'm tired, but is it okay to close your eyes for a moment?"

"of course. Guru."

"Thank you."

Dylan nodded at Charlize's request as she drank the water.

Charlize leaned her back against the tree. The black dress spread wide over the grass.

Dylan's sword suit is blue.

He pretended to have overcome his mother's death in case he was worried, but that wasn't true. She did so out of Charlize's consideration, who did not ask but wore a black dress as a warning.

Dylan was very grateful.

“…”

During the funeral, she was so disturbed that she had no idea: how much Charlize had sacrificed for her.

"I can see your heart now."

When Dylan didn't eat, Charlize also had to skip meals.You might not want me to smell the food. '

Not only that.

But she never left his side even though he could not sleep properly.

Dylan got too much attention from him. Too many.

Colorfully

Charlize, who was sleeping, had white cheeks. The flower petals that were blown by the wind gently stuck to his cheeks.

He sat down, kneeling in front of Charlize while considering whether to take it off.

The dazzling beautiful face remained the same, even though her sharp eyes were covered by her eyelids. Her skin was white as smooth as porcelain.

Dylan carefully stretched out his finger.

And at that moment.

Charlize's eyelids are shaking.