Escape From The Tyrant

Start of the Bag Rebellion.1

He could sense that the person hiding his presence was hesitating for a long time.

Charlize said once more.

"Come out, while I'm still being kind."

“Hmph.”

The woman who jumped lightly from the tree had a familiar face.

Union leaders who operate assassination unions.

That was Lucy.

“Aren't you overreacting about yourself? you kill our men all the time! ”

“If you knew they would die. Don't send it to me.”

Charlize replied nonchalantly.

Until Dylan became Crown Prince, he had to bury the blood of many people in his hands.

From the day after he became his teacher, the night guests visiting him were endless.

Killer's too easy for Charlize. It was only shocking that they were members of the Empire's best killing guild, but who had very few skills.

“Client keeps giving me money, so what should I do? I can't refuse.”

He meant that he would let his members go even though he knew that they were dying.

Lucy, with a cold look, pulled the mask. That pretty face is so pretty.

The guild leader did not obey Charlize from the start.

Saying that he wanted to see Charlize's skills firsthand, he came in at night and almost died. After that, he was very excited.

[You're the first one to beat me!]

It's a very embarrassing thing to say.

“I'll buy you a drink. Let's go."

“Why should I trust you?”

“You're being tough on me. Though it's your charm.”

Charlize pointed her sword down Lucy's neck without changing her expression.

Lucy's expression hardened for a moment. One day, Charlize suddenly came and attacked the assassin guild headquarters. On that day, all members were exterminated.

For Lucy, Charlize is an unlikely evil person because she is so intimately acquainted.

That didn't mean that he couldn't do his business, and he couldn't avoid accepting the Crown Prince's request, who was considered the number one person who wanted to be killed.

Lucy was scared but tried to smile. Charlize looked at Lucy indifferently.

If he knew it would give this kind of meaning just because he had saved her once, it would be best to just kill her.

'Should I kill you now?'

That was when Charlize thought.

“There is someone who knows the information you want. This is the bar where information often comes in. ”

“...Information I want?”

“I'll introduce you. Let's just have a drink.”

Lucy looked at Charlize seductively from below. Sometimes he feels it. The guild leader seemed to have often forgotten that Charlize was a woman like him.

"Yes? Honey. The chance for me to buy you a drink is unusual. You're a fool to miss it. ”

"I don't need that kind of opportunity."

Where do you draw badger games?

Charlize put her sword into the collection. Lucy chased after Charlize who passed by nonchalantly.

“Ah, you are so cold! Can't you think deeper? Is that information you really need?Don't you?"

'Information.'

If this is the information Charlize wants. Any information that might help in the rebellion.

If no. It was information related to the statue of Ehyrit.

But it can't be the last one.

Charlize suddenly stopped.

Dylan's oath came to my mind. This winter, the Crown Prince promised to give the Empire under his feet.

Charlize let out a breath.

“... Where is that bar?”

Lucy's face instantly brightened.

It wouldn't be another murder plot, as he would hope to try to get Charlize's attention.

The truth of being impatient about wanting to get acquainted is somehow too outspoken.

“Trust me and follow me.”

Said Lucy, who had an attractive nose tip, with a frown on the back of her nose.

Charlize decided to trust him for now.

***

The bar was noisy.

He had to leave the Imperial City and come all the way to a remote place on the road.

This was a place where mercenaries often came, and the main guests were all large young men.

They wore sleeveless clothes and spoke loudly, showing off their muscles.

"What do you want to drink, baby?"

“Same as you ordered.”

“As expected, My dear is cool.”

That's too much.

Charlize looked around the bar, ignoring Lucy's screams.

This is 245 Chateau Mouton Rothschild.

High quality wine from 50 million genes. The bartender poured wine.

Lucy sat next to Charlize. Lucy, who was smiling brightly, looked strange.

Charlize asked with an indifferent expression.

"Are you taking medication?"

"What! That means a lot. I can't believe you think about it when you see my smile.”

“Drink first.”

In a low voice, Lucy tilted her wine glass while crying. His face is stiff now.

Charlize slowly sipped a glass of wine.

"It's really thorough."

It grumbled, but it was still an envious look.

No one had tried to argue with a young lady, a young-looking noble.

Ever since Charlize became a Saint, people instinctively maintained courtesy towards her.

'It was as if a beast was avoiding a savage beast with its hidden claws.'

They seemed to know that it was better not to mess with him for life.

They did not clearly recognize Charlize's whereabouts. Like a weakling trying to be kind to a strong person, everyone lowered their head or smiled awkwardly when they made eye contact with Charlize.

So noisy things didn't happen in a bar full of mercenaries.

"When did he come?"

"Well, did he die when he came ... There's no way to break the promised time."

“…”

"I'm sorry. I want to show you this interesting guy. ”

However, even after a long time, someone Lucy wanted to introduce did not come.

When she sees Lucy, who doesn't know what to do, it's not like a liar or acting.

"It's a nice sight."

Charlize looked at the crowd of mercenaries.

"Do you want to bet who's the best at throwing daggers?"

"okay! There must be a black stone. ”

The one who stabbed the dagger in the white line drawn in the middle of the black stone blade won.

In simple rules, mercenaries with strong competitive spirit, held daggers in their hands one by one.

"Yes God! I destroyed it completely!”

"I can't believe you're proud of your grip?"

Charlize drank all the wine. Lucy is still sorry.

“For the price of the drink, I'll let you see it with fun.”

Charlize stood up and said. Lucy looked at.

Charlize naturally permeated through the mercenaries.

“Can I throw it away?”ask Charlize.

"Of course!"

Because the skills of the mercenaries could not be judged by their appearance. The mercenaries stepped aside for a moment.

Charlize roughly wiped the drops of red wine from her mouth with the back of her hand. He held his dagger and looked ahead.

Under the black stone, dozens of impenetrable daggers scattered about.

If it was a sword. Whatever the shape, Charlize knew how to handle it gently. The dagger was no exception.

At this moment, Lucy's eyes became intense.

Whooshing

Sir!

“…”

The inside of the bar is statically injured.

Because it. This was because the dagger Charlize threw was stuck in the middle of the black stone to the handle.

Charlize received a glass of wine filled by a bartender and took a sip.

Wine taste. It's bitter. It's not bad.

"I, isn't that a coincidence?"

"really?"

Charlize nonchalantly replied to someone's mutter. He did not feel any need to fear, so he only took one more dagger. And then.

Throw again.

Whooshing

Sir!

Same result this time.

Just a different matter. There was one more dagger stuck in the handle of the dagger. The bar became ice cold.

"Did I win the bet?"

Charlize took a sip of her wine and looked around. The mercenaries, who were supposed to show off their strength, were startled by a genius that suddenly appeared like a comet.

“Then you win! You are the best! You are the coolest! You're so cool!"

It was Lucy who broke the silence of the silent bar. He jumped up and liked it, his hands clasping each other.

His eyes were so sincere that Charlize smiled. At this time, a different sense of silence spread throughout the bar.

The alluring drowsiness of Charlize, who was dancing the sword dance, was imbued. Her cheeks were red because she was a little drunk.

Attractive appearance that attracts attention. Long white dress hanging fluttering. Gushing applause.

The mercenaries recognized Charlize.

“You won! You won!”

Charlize smiled lightly and sat back down.

"Diamond, I guess?"

A man who seemed to be the chief of the mercenaries came and spoke to him. Charlize shrugged her shoulders.

“I've seen your amazing appearance. Because you won the bet. We agreed to give you money, but what should I give you?”

“He likes valuable information.”

Lucy answered instead.

"Is that really so?"

The mercenary chief stroked his beard and said. Charlize looked at his head.

"Then I'll give you some valuable information."

The mercenary chief whispered to Charlize.

"The legend lives in the white cave of the Lion Mountains."

Charlize's expression became strange.

Legend.

If it was the Lion Mountain Range, it was a territory under the command of Duke Kenin.

Charlize's brain is spinning fast.

'Dylan was unable to build a foundation for political power because he did not have a Crown Princess.'

If so, support from other political forces is needed.

Duke Kenin was a high-ranking noble who took over the leading military power in the region.

It was a neutral faction that had not been supported by anyone in the royal family.

Since it was a rare item to be called a legend, he could only think of the heirloom of Duke Kenin's family that he was desperate to find.

'Family heirlooms?'

Charlize's eyes were filled with something interesting.

"What is the Lion Mountain Range, which has so many monsters that no one can enter?"

"You know very well."

The mercenary head nodded at Charlize's question. But he stepped back as if he couldn't tell her more.

But this is enough.

'If tackling a monster, it's just like cutting a piece of cake. If I find an heirloom in a white cave, I will be able to capture Duke Kenin's heart.'

If it's for the rebellion, we also need strength to support Dylan.

He didn't know if Dylan could handle it. But Charlize wanted to help as well.

"Lucy."

"Huh? Honey. You remember my name!”

"The format is over I got."

"Oh?"

Do you enjoy drinking with me?

Charlize thought to herself about Lucy, who loved her.

"Because this information is enough."

No need to meet the top information.

Charlize stood up lightly. As she leaves the noisy bar, Lucy regains consciousness and does not follow.

After all, he thought the attempt to impress Charlize was successful.

Meanwhile, Charlize left the bar and walked in the back alley that night.

"I have to take a short vacation."

Charlize looked at the night sky and thought.

The Lion Mountains were a bit far from the islands. At least a full day's vacation is needed.

'There will be a dance party to commemorate the Crown Prince's inauguration, so I just have to attend it and report it to His Majesty.'

Charlize's steps, which governed her mind, were lightened.

Meanwhile, there was a man who saw Charlize from a distance back to the Imperial City. Impulsive and decadent face.

He sat at the top of the tower, looking down.

"Very much."

Payne in the witch's robe muttered. A voice filled with possessive desires.

“I want to have it.”

His eyes were only on Charlize.