Escape From The Tyrant

Taming Future Tyrants (9)

“Then, can I do whatever I want?” ask Dilan.

Charlize answered him casually because she had no feelings for her family:

"Yes." Yeah."

Dylan would do what Charlize meant by power.

The strength of the Grand-Ducal family was high but still not as high as the Crown Prince.

Dylan did not know exactly how he was feeling at this moment. Because he had never felt anything like this before.

He just wanted to listen to everything Charlize wanted and appreciate it.

"Do it" he answered, not knowing what might happen.

“Now that I have moved to the Crown Prince's palace, I am very happy with that. I love the old building I used to live in as well because it holds a lot of memories.”

Dylan hesitated for a moment:

“But it is not enough to serve Master. Now you can stay in a wider and comfortable place. In particular, I urge you to decorate Master's bedroom as luxuriously as possible.”

“... You do it.”

Charlize's eyes wrinkled in the corner as she smiled:

"Your Majesty is the only one who cares about me all the time."

As he tilted his head, his hair fell down gently.

Dreamy looking hair, a mixture of gold and silver. Blue eyes that resemble the universe store warm energy.

'Why is he staring so blankly?'

Charlize thought clearly as she watched Dylan who was silent.

As if he was conscious by now, Dylan quickly blinked his eyes and avoided his gaze.

However, that gaze immediately returned. It stuck to his lips.

'What's wrong with you…'

“Wait a minute, excuse me.”

Dylan's faster than Charlize. A finger approaching Charlize's mouth immediately touched her.

His mouth was open, but there was no clear contact. Breath ceased.

Suddenly. He felt Deja-vu.

Four years ago, in the mountains.

Charlize pretended to be asleep at that time, but she actually woke up. So, he remembered everything. A boy who wondered whether to remove the petals on his cheeks or not.

'Is our relationship growing?'

The boy, who was hesitating back then, was now approaching calmly.

Charlize's eyes slowly grew.

Lips made by servants. The outside is pink, and as it goes further inside, it is a reddish gradient.

A liquid as sweet and rich as honey that glows when light touches it.

Dylan slowly touched Charlize's lips. The sensation of a living touch. Charlize blinked her eyes.

'Who is nervous?'

Charlize did not know for a moment whether her lips were shaking or Dylan's fingers were trembling. Just because his breathing was heavy and slow.

"... That's a little dirty."

dylan said, showing the thread he had removed from Charlize's mouth. 'A.' Charlize belatedly swallowed her saliva.

Having just undergone a new maturity ceremony, Dylan looked a little strange today.

"You're really grown up."

The atmosphere becomes stealthy.

He smiled refreshingly and shyly. Thats odd. Somewhere a dangerous feeling came.

To be sure, his students were amazing.

Like a quiet tyrant, it was not an intense feeling but still amazing. A man formed by Charlize.

Charlize replied slowly,

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

He felt Dylan was trying to consider himself.

“Why don't you change your clothes and meet me in the pavilion again? I'll tell you to get ready for tonight.”

Dylan has become Crown Prince. To congratulate him, he had to share a conversation. Charlize nodded, though,

“OK, let's do that.”

"It must be very uncomfortable and heavy, so you can rest for a while."

Dylan was gentle to the end.

As she said, the dress was just as uncomfortable as it was colorful, and her headdress was heavy, so she was a little tired.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

He cares even about the smallest details. Charlize smiled gently.

***

The water is full of white lotuses.

Charlize climbed the marble staircase. The bright moonlight illuminated the pavilion.

Dinner is ready. Dylan, who came first, stood up.

“Are you there?”

Dylan was wearing the Crown Prince's robe. Thats stunning. Doesn't it take time to get used to it?

Charlize sat face to face with Dylan.

“Because you have become the Crown Prince, I sincerely congratulate you.”

“This is all thanks to Guru.”

Dylan looked at him humbly. The waiter next to him started pouring tea while kneeling.

Gently.

The moonlight shone on the surface of the tea water.

“I thought of giving you a gift but changed my mind. Instead, I will grant your wish. ”

“... Desire, do you mean?”

“His Majesty's request from me. There are only three.”

Dylan looked at Charlize.

"If you tell me here today, I'll listen to whatever it is."

He doesn't want anything. Except Charlize.

Any congratulatory gift will be greatly appreciated. That won't be much needed.

But if Charlize wants to listen to her wishes. Story's different.

“... Little, do you mind if you think about it?”

“As many as you want.”

Dylan wondered if he had ever thought this way in his life.

Three requests.

Even now, in this place.

Dylan did not want to step on Charlize's boundary line.

He wanted to hope properly so that he did not feel rude.

With the night sky behind her, Charlize remained as beautiful as ever. His eyes, resembling the universe, looked at him. Dylan said,

"I think I should say it very carefully, Master."

"I'm fine with anything."

Charlize's calm.

Suddenly, when his eyes met his eyes, Charlize took out a silver teacup. Sipping the teacup with a calm and indifferent face.

The old silence ended.

Dylan opened his lips.

“... Be spoiled?”

“It's not much. I don't even intend to commit a crime. I think I'm just gonna be a little rough. I hope Master will forgive me at that time.”

'Not rude, is it possible?'

Charlize curious. But he accepted it as much as he had said before.

"okay."

When he lightly gave his permission, Dylan looked surprised.

As if he was extremely nervous, he held the bottom of his hand and opened it repeatedly.

There was no rudeness that could compare to the rudeness of the 9th prince earlier.

Charlize believed in Dylan.

At most, he would apologize and apologize for being rude; or he would ask her to stroke his head and apologize.

Charlize did not take it seriously.

"The second one?"

“The second one is..”

Dylan lowered his gaze. Her hair is clean black. Instead, its white skin resembled moonlight.

"I want you to give me the name of the knight I will lead."

"Name…"

The number of knights who had chosen Dylan as their master now exceeded dozens. If Dylan became emperor, he would arrange them to become new knights.

"If Master gives me a name, you will be honored."

Charlize did not reject Dylan's request. Because it's…

'I saved some hungry beggars and slaves in the streets and sent them to Dylan.'

Charlize returns to the past on time.

So that was why he knew many of them would reveal their brilliant talents in the future.

For example, a boy from a gladiatorial family is freed in a slave market, begging in the street and dying.

They approach and save them when they are in the most difficult times. He gave Dylan a happy and loyal son.

[It will be precious to trust and raise them, Prince.]

[If that is what Teacher wants.]

Dylan obeyed Charlize's will.

Since he accepted them on Charlize's recommendation, he said that they should treat her appropriately and that they had given up their old lives and cherished her.

It was all knights who had now reached master level under Dylan's orders.

“What are their names, V and Hugo?”

He remembered them as boys so dramatic that they did not want to part from Charlize.

Now, like Dylan, they're all grown up.

Not too bad to see those who try to follow blindly. Maybe they did well.

Charlize calmly drank her tea:

“If you don't mind the intuitive name.”

“Whatever name it will be fine,”

Dylan replied firmly.

Charlize said,

"Shadow."

Knight Shadow. It is an intuitive name. Dylan smiled with his whole face, maybe he was satisfied.

"Thank you teacher."

Charlize doesn't know. The name he gave while drinking tea would be a name that would surpass imperial knights and spread throughout the continent.

"There's one last one left."

"Oh, so?"

Somehow, Dylan's nape was red, so Charlize was a little confused. He glanced at Dylan and took a sip of his tea.

Dylan stuffed the meatball that Charlize had only touched in his mouth. The Crown Prince, who was hesitant, asked cautiously,

“Teacher sang that song... I want to hear it.”.

'What a simple request it is, he is very shy.' Dylan did not look at Charlize.

Charlize slowly closed and then opened her eyes. He sings slowly, though,

"Don't reveal the secret."

The title of the song is 'Hello Secret'. The subtitle for the song reads 'There are thorns on the rose.'

It was a song that he sang as if he was communicating with Dylan, who was 14 years old.

Dylan hesitated and played the piano. Charlize has added her voice, singing in harmony.

But now there was only Charlize's voice.

“Allow me, because only I know you.”

Charlize's calm voice was dazzling.

Roses, in terms of aroma. Red, in terms of color, represents the sun. If there is a form, the fire burns coldly.

“Do not run. I'm not gonna hurt you. Comeoverhere. Please look at me.”

The song reached the end. It was calm, then passionate, then slow. It was small as if whispering.

That was.

For the first time, Dylan sang quietly until the end of the song. A choir that people don't know very well,

However, Charlize's favorite part:

"I'll have you even if I have to swallow poison."

Their eyes met in the air.

Charlize looked at Dylan. He can't do anything. He thought to himself:

"Even the song is good." The Crown Prince's gentle voice was strangely passionate.

Charlize cautiously replied,

"If you have thorns, you'll be stabbed, and if you're addicted, you'll be crushed."

"I'll have you even if I have to swallow poison."

Dylan replied with a choir.

"I don't care if I throw my life away."

"I'll have you even if I have to swallow poison."

Then the distant silence fell.

In the past, Dylan did not speak with his voice but indirectly spoke to Charlize with an instrument called a musical instrument.

This time, she sang in her own voice.

Is it a sign of change?

"… Congratulations,"

charlize said, breaking the silence. The artistic atmosphere feels dreamy thanks to the fitting pavilion.

Dylan who had been silent for a long time, smiled slowly.

“It's more impressive than other congratulatory gifts, Guru.”

"If Your Majesty has a crown ..."

At the suggestion of the emperor's accession, the servant, who was beside him, was greatly jolted.

Charlize smiled with her eyes.

"At that time…"

“…”

Those words don't end.

Dylan thought he was thirsty.