Escape From The Tyrant
Taming the Tyrant of the Future (14)
Dylan held onto Charlize at first.
That's sudden. His mind has not returned.
However, even though he tried to push Charlize's shoulder, he randomly rubbed his lips against hers. Dylan blinked.
The light hair. He could reach his slender waist in one hand.
"It's light."
Even if he was silent, he could smell the unique scent of lavender. Even though he was truly an adult, he felt rather young at the same time.
Charlize's face with her eyes closed somehow looked nervous.
Dylan slowly slackened and no longer pushed Charlize away.
Charlize was glad Dylan didn't rebel, and she rode her body even stronger. And the kiss continued…
Their lips kiss gently.
But it's a little hazy. It was not clear but like fog.
Dylan asked in a tense voice,
“... Teacher?”
“...I want to have intercourse with you,” Charlize said as she stroked her cheek with the back of her hand.
Dylan muttered rather slowly,
“This dream.”
Otherwise, Charlize would not have done this. He's not gonna demean Dylan.
The reason he was sure it was a dream was because his Examination was very far from reality.
There should have been one moon in the night sky, but three were currently floating there, and the clockwork spun randomly like a mill.
"Hug me."
Charlize's voice was very sweet.
'What do I want to do that makes him appear in my dreams?' Dylan looked at Charlize and thought.
No one would know even if he hugged her here. Even if she hugged him, Charlize would not be hurt.
It was just his dream. When something isn't real, you can put your guilt aside for a while.
"How dare I do that to you Master .. amazing imagination."
“…”
"To do this."
Charlize's finger slowly stroked Dylan's lips.
Dylan laughed as he remembered that he had taken the thread from him, and said that he would clean it.
Actually, that's an excuse. This is Charlize who is always clean. No fiber in his mouth.
He just wanted to touch her, so, of course, he lied about it.
'Yes. It's just a dream, what's the problem with whatever I do?'
Dylan could barely breathe.
“... Charlize.”
This name was what he wanted to call to death.
However, he could not pronounce Charlize's name because he did not dare to put her precious name into his mouth.
He felt like he was tearing his heart apart and putting it in Charlize's hands.
If there was any strength in calling out his name, Dylan was now clearly tied to Charlize.
He was so overwhelmed just calling her. Breathing slowed. It sounds ironic, but it really happened.
“Everyone calls you Charlize, I envy them. But it was a waste, I can't call you that easily. It is precious, very valuable. Because I was so busy with my anxiety.”
Charlize remained silent.
Dylan moved like a faithful believer visiting a priest to confess.
“I'm afraid I might even resemble that. There's an old saying that if a child is too precious, he doesn't even have a name. Because you are more valuable than my family to me. Because I don't have anything more valuable than you.”
A quiet whisper is heartbreaking.
No matter what he said, his feelings could not be conveyed. They're too many. No matter how much he explained it, it would only be a part of them.
Charlize stroked Dylan's cheek. It was a gentle touch that left him gasping for breath.
"Your majesty."
He lifted one corner of his mouth. It was a very beautiful smile. It is a beauty that cannot exist in the world.
Dylan suddenly realized:
The reason Charlize in her sparkling dream was so unrealistic was because her eyes that were staring at her could already see her beauty.
"Hug me."
Charlize came first, and Dylan did not rebel. He just accepted it.
No. gabe. Soon he reversed his position. Leading is actually more convenient.
Dylan's touch was as heartfelt as holding a fragile porcelain cup.
However, the hand holding Charlize's wrist was strong enough to break her.
"Do you know how much I want you, Master?"
He did not let Charlize go so that she would not miss it, even though it was a dream that would probably be lost.
Dylan hugged Charlize tightly, expressing a wish that would never be expressed to Charlize in real life.
***
As far as she could remember, the first time she saw Charlize, she did not seem impressive at all.
Dylan was skilled in a slightly different way than the other princes.
The boy was truly a genius, and he had a brain that was much sharper and faster than the average person.
If others sensed as many as 1 wavelength even after the same incident, Dylan had received 1000 wavelengths.
'I'm tired.'
The fact that he had to react to every single thing only made Dylan tired.
So, he deliberately closed his senses. Stopping world.
He sets a pattern for reacting automatically without judgment, and he lives up to it.
His true consciousness was buried beneath the surface and sealed completely.
[How long will you live like that?]
At that moment, when someone throws a stone…
[In fact, I think you look bored and unhappy.]
He felt like there was a gap in the world.
Only the girl at that time, her teacher, Charlize, touched Dylan with a sense of color.
For the first time in a world filled with black and white, he shone brightly alone.
As Charlize pointed out, Dylan wasn't having fun in life.
Being strong alone without one's recognition means 'I know my pride' without putting in much effort.
'What is this guy?'
The interest appeared just as Charlize wanted.
It felt like his heart had stopped beating again.
Everyone says they like good people. A gentle, well-behaved, obedient person.
He did not hate himself for drowning without showing his whereabouts. He thought it better not stand out like that.
So, she lives with her senses purposely closed.
It was surprising that someone saw the fact that no one was paying attention.
[You can be wary of me. And you can ignore me like everyone else.]
Dylan thought it was natural to live like this. Because he has to look good. But Charlize…
He was the one who told him it was okay to be vigilant and it was okay to behave badly.
He showed her a colorful paint that she had never seen. Dylan was not immediately dyed, but at least he knew that such a color existed.
[If it is difficult for the prince to be ambiguous, you can only choose to be completely indifferent or obsessed.]
That bright laugh…
[I don't mind obsessing over the Prince.]
That's unsurprising.
'How can you catch me so deep?'
After the funeral of the 7th concubine, Charlize taught Dylan wholeheartedly.
It was the same with Charlize hiding her identity, so Dylan was not surprised more than once when she started to show off her skills.
The maturity of opinion that does not seem to belong to a young noblewoman of 15 years old.
Dylan knows. The teaching of Charlize was not a way to rule a country as an emperor, but a way to rule as a tyrant.
"Then it doesn't matter."
Even the clever Charlize had to work for months to tear down the barrier wall that Dylan had built because it was so tall and sturdy.
This was because he knew for himself that he was a dutiful person, someone with a tendency to give everything to those who entered behind the line after the wall was torn down.
It didn't matter who Charlize was since she entered because she accepted the existence herself.
Not because Charlize was a noble.
Not because Charlize was a woman.
Not because Charlize is outwardly charming.
Not because Charlize is smart.
No matter what form Charlize took or where she was, she would follow.
It was blind respect. It was an idealistic voice that could only be made on a religious level.
Dylan didn't even think he should fix Charlize. That's not the judgment he has to make.
The wheels of fate began to move for Charlize, and Dylan willingly allowed himself to go with the flow.
"I can give you everything."
It is not only the series of words that will be scattered in vain, but also the ability to do so.
If Charlize was happy, she could bear anything... But marriage to someone else...
He can't give it to her.
'Why?'
Dylan has an intimate relationship with her in his dreams, knowing that Charlize in his dreams is not real.
Dylan is sexually attracted to Charlize. He sees her as the opposite sex.
He wished they could have an unusual relationship with each other.
She did not want to hug any other woman besides Charlize; and she also wanted Charlize to have no other men besides herself.
'This feeling.'
To define it as love, the word feels too simple.
That's why he didn't express his feelings.
She thought love was too common a feeling to express her heart.
But if this isn't love, then what is love?
'I love you.'
He loved his teacher who led him to walk the path of destruction more than anyone.
Coming to the end of cold-blooded domination would be good.
'Even amid disparaging words and criticism that will remain in history, and an outpouring of condemnation and hatred of evil. If only you were by my side…'
Dylan opened his eyes in the dark.
***
It was a beautiful night of the full moon.
Charlize was alone in the green meadow. With a long sword…
When he was alone, he usually made whichever circle was lighter. Now the need to do that has gone. Instead it…
'After a long time…'
He's gonna do a sword dance.
It doesn't matter if nobody sees it. Because he wants to do it.
Charlize started dancing. The sword dance might have been an acrobatic move for others, but to Charlize, it meant a sword that slashed at people upon entering them.
At first, it was a slow and quiet dance. Every time the moonlight shone on the silver sword blade, a cold murderous aura flowed.
Its strange color attracts attention because it reflects light. The movement became more and more intense.
It was possible to use such a dangerous sword, it was amazing and provocative.
Reaching out his white hand, grabbing the tip of his sword, he made several rounds.
Her dress fluttered like a butterfly falling into the open air…
Gosh darn.
The sound of a sword splitting the air was clearly heard. Charlize's sword dance began to accelerate.
There's only Charlize in the woods. Dark trees surround the meadow. Even in the morning, the owl who could not sleep cried.
The sword had been rotated several times in the air. The quick movement is beautiful. The sword is being sublimated into art.
The long sword seemed to sweep Charlize's feet away.
“…”
Charlize's hair was also shiny due to the moonlight. For a long time, Charlize focused on sword dancing.
He just wants to rest on his own. No matter how spacious the bedroom was, it did not give him the fullness of nature.
Slowly, the sword began to capture the full energy of the Santo aura. However, Charlize's sword dance suddenly stopped.
Charlize looked at the empty and dark forest. It was as if he could see something …
Then he slowly blinked once and said,
"Get out."
Because he knew someone was there.
