Escape From The Tyrant

Back to the past Bag.2

"So, I look like this."

Charlize cleaned the mirror carelessly.

Cold glass feels awkward.

Hands shaking.

On the long silver sword, the handle had a blue gem inserted into it.

It was a scene that the Emperor saw whenever he stood in front of the mirror while holding Keira.

But now, what he saw in the mirror was not a long sword but someone.

"Charlize Ronan."

The youngest daughter of an archduke family. He repeated his name as he remembered. His voice was clear and dense like a transparent diamond.

His clear features were very attractive to him. Long eyelashes. What a funny face.

This is his face. He found it hard to believe because he traveled for hundreds of years through time.

He wiped away the teardrops from his reddish eyes with his fingers.

"I can shed tears."

He secretly thought to himself.

His eyes were blue and mysterious and the periphery around his eyes was a kind of dark color that was impossible not to be stared at. Her gray blonde hair matched her clear skin. It was not a very clear blonde. It was soft and pale.

He unites himself.

As he stepped out of the room, fresh air flowed in.

'...summer smell.'

Before he came back to the past, summer was the season he hated the most because it was the season when he was born. She was always considered a sinner because the Grand Duchess died in childbirth. Being young, he felt reluctant to go out in the spring. Now different. The Archduke Castle was just as he remembered it in his memories.

He ran to the waiter in the hallway. They all have empty faces.

“What year is this?”

The servants were surprised that he asked them a question rather than the question itself.

His dark energy dissipated entirely and instead, he shone brightly like a glittering sun.

The waiter gulped in silence.

"This year is Imperial Year 298, Miss."

He silently pondered the answer he had just given. Facing something he never knew, a servant raised his gaze.

Around Charlize's red eyes. Her blue eyes, with clear tears seemed mysterious. Is she crying?

The waiter stopped for a moment. He looked at her as if she was possessed. Surprisingly, he felt a destructive explosion on the tiny body.

A great pressure that he cannot ignore. A kind of incredible energy that he had never felt before.

'What happened to me?'

The servant tried to put his mind together. He was enchanted by Charlize but he was only allowed to be blown away by a split second.

The Archduke and the two young masters treated Charlize very badly and every servant knew about this. The Archduke thought that the reason for the loss of a harmonious family was the birth of Charlize.

That was why Charlize who grew up was ignored in the Archduke family.

"It's time for you to return, Miss ..."

Just in case Charlize could be hurt by what the archduke said to her, the maid said it without thinking about it. It was an indirect order for Charlize to enter her room.

No longer pondering, Charlize looked directly at the servant.

"I'm not going into the room."

"I'm sorry?"

"I have lost all my desire to avoid my family, or please them or hold a grudge against them."

The 13-year-old Charlize had just said something that the maid did not understand. Before he returned to the past, he was naive enough to believe that his family could love him if he reached the Mastery Level.

She goes to great lengths not to hate her family even when they blame her for the death of the Grand Duchess. Now, he had let go of all his childish delusions.

Charlize did nothing wrong.

Being alive should not be a sin.

Being born is being born and there is no reason to be responsible for someone's grief because you were born even if death is the price of your birth.

“I won't apologize.”

Charlize smiled brightly. It was a kind of smile that was so alluring that anyone who saw it would probably believe that the rumor that she was a fairy child was true.

The waiter felt the urge to step aside. For some reason, he could not breathe easily.

Charlize walked gently. He saw all the surprised faces of the servants and did not blink.

'I traveled exactly 400 years ago.'

The Imperial Year 298.

She returns to the past as a thirteen-year-old girl. For many years he survived as Keira. He did not know how he came back or why he went back in time.

He only believed that God miraculously answered his earnest prayers. He felt 'Eryhate energy, ' still alive and breathing in his body. There was no part left of him but it was inserted into his soul, he realized it intuitively.

"I feel it, everyone."

The Emperor had poured so much mana into Keira.

They assume mana is depleted but in reality, mana does not disappear just like that.

The mana that the emperor poured into Keira was alive and breathing. An enormous amount of mana accumulated over the centuries.

I only know, not because of arrogance but because of conviction.

'I'm strong.'

His level of strength had never been seen in history and never again.

Before he returned to the past, his strength was a level of 'genius beyond comprehension,' but now it was almost at a level of power like a God.

There were rumors that there was a word that might describe a level that surpassed 'Master.'

Now, he might even surpass that level.

There was literally no one who could match the strength he had in the entire continent.

Mendeering.

When he reached the end of the passageway, a sword was thrown onto the marble floor. To be exact, it was a sword drawn onto Keira's sword.

He suddenly stopped walking.

He leaned over and grabbed the sword. The shadow of Keira appeared before his eyes.

'I've never been so interested in swords. It's more like a masterpiece of art than a sword.'

Not everyone was afraid of Keira due to the fact that it was a 'cursed sword.'

Artists are fascinated by Keira.

"I-I'm sorry."

The knight looked frightened. He ran towards her and lowered his head in front of her. He apologized and looked embarrassed.

It was because he easily held the great sword, which was too heavy even for a muscular adult to lift.

He swung his sword lightly in the air.

“I saw you running from the practice room. Your sword is flying in the middle of a debate with someone.”

"How do you know……. And how…"

The knight's face looked embarrassed. He looked at her and handed the sword to the knight. As everyone did, he could not help the lack of human warmth that knights expressed for him.

He realized it before he went back in time. She always assumed that people showed her dislike for her.

But now, it seemed like it was more like jealousy and a hidden feeling of lack when witnessing a genius.

He suddenly realized that.

'The reason why I didn't have a teacher before returning to the past isn't because I killed the grand duchess.'

No one is good enough to teach him. No one has talent like him.

He felt sad because he had to hide his talent because of the Archduke family's hatred for him.

The drill hall is near. All the knights suddenly stopped practicing and looked at him.

Why didn't he know that before?

Not because they looked at him with scornful looks.

They were jealous but at the same time, they admired his brilliant talent.

He looked at a knight who bit his lips.

“You have a habit of holding a sword with overly strained shoulders. Just use this much power.”

He grabbed the knight's shoulder and pressed it down. Seemed surprised, the knight lowered his shoulders down.

“If you use a sword this way, you will never drop it again in the middle of a fight.”

She let go of the knight's hand.A quiet-faced girl. A little girl.

She was a young woman but the knight was not offended by her instructions. His face flushed after a while.

“Thank you, Miss.”

He travels back in time to get here. The situation was the same as before but he no longer had any thoughts like an awkward thirteen-year-old.

His rational mind grew, becoming cold and calculating for hundreds of years. He could use his sword in his sleep.

After ingesting something evil, Eryhate, he now instantly recognized his opponent's weakness and the fastest way to double his strength.

The knight then became a trustworthy Master warrior and the closest advisor of the first young master.

The knight's trembling gaze flowed onto Charlize's back.

"Why did the princess call us?"

"If I knew that, would I be scared now?"

The servants whispered amongst themselves as they felt a sudden change in him.

He finished his tour of the Archduke Castle after checking every guest room.

Not sure if it was lucky or unlucky, he did not meet his family.

Door opens. He entered smoothly and in a straight line.

That alone, he had the most dominant presence in the room.

All the servants were silent.

“Reason you called us, miss.”.

He sat down on the table and crossed his left leg.

Her white calf was spotted at a glance. Sensing the mysterious power in the little girl, they looked at each other and bowed.

“Maybe you already know.”

“……”

"no? You've forgotten it, and only I remember it all?”

Apart from her beautiful smile, they were goosebumps after hearing that.

"Then" he said, "I must remind you."

"You tried pouring me a cup of hot tea when I was a kid, pretending it was an accident."

His index finger is moving.

"You hid a rat's body in my favorite blanket."

The servants took a quick breath.

The suppression of the princess had occurred under the unspoken permission of the young master and master. But he never protested. They think it's just the way it's supposed to remind him?

"You put insects in my breakfast soup."

He pointed his finger at the guilty servant and read out the indictment.

The face of a servant turned pale white and some of the other servants' faces turned blue.

"You tore off the back of my dress to humiliate me."

"I've committed a mortal sin, Miss!"

The servants, who now understood the situation fell to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Miss!"

"I'm sorry."

“I won't do it again.”

A cold silence swept through the lobby.

Before returning to the past, he had tolerated the humiliation and rudeness of everyone. Now, he no longer had the intention to accept it.

There is no need to respect an opponent who does not respect you.

“Apardon is not a word a doer should say.”

His voice sounded sweet and friendly, but cold and without warmth like a sharpened sword.

Revenge does not require sensitivity.

There is no anger to waste on those who are not the target of your revenge, but there is a need to vent it once in a while.

He would not let others disrespect him. A cold and resolute voice broke the silence in the room.

“You'll all be fired.."