Escape From The Tyrant

Starting the Pemberontakan Bag.7

Just like chicks who wake up from their eggs, and when they first see people, they're imprinted.

She thought Dylan would feel that way to her. And now. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Dylan.

"It feels weird."

Charlize let out a slow breath.

The residual taste of the dream made him feel strange.

On the other hand, his body was fresh and refreshing. It feels like the condition that someone takes care of him.

Charlize remembers that she collapsed from Blackshaw in the dance hall. Charlize has a hunch.

Because of this incident, Blackshaw was completely merged with his mana. In the future, only a mild sneeze will come out when the pollen is handled.

'Treatment, did he do it?'

The warmth of the hand he felt in his sleep.

Some soft whispers.

It's not an illusion.

Whenever Charlize is sick or depressed, including the experience of being Keira. No one empathizes or cares about him.

So then.

It was the first time.

"He keeps changing wet towels."

Charlize grabbed the wet towel from her forehead with her hands. Still wet with water. New ones.

Bright sunlight seeped through the window.

Charlize looked at Dylan.

'Dylan. Does he always look like this?'

Again. Dylan's sleeping face was very handsome.

Just.

Every morning they met, Dylan was always neat. That's why her messy hair feels foreign.

Even his black hair, which was kept secret like the ruler of the night, looked helpless at this moment.

Her eyelashes are long. The aroma is refreshing. The clear face feels harmonious.

Did he feel that look?

Dylan slowly opened his eyes. Blue eyes that open softly. Some say blue is like a river, but always like the sea.

It was so vast that one could not guess its depth. When you reach the end of the deep sea, you don't know what's there.

"…Are you conscious?"

Dylan looked at Charlize carefully and touched her forehead as if he wanted to examine her.

Charlize remained silent.

The warm friendly.

Dylan also measured Charlize's pulse with his finger behind his ear. Fingers that touch hair feel strange. Soon Dylan felt very relieved.

“How are you doing now? Do you feel dizzy or sick somewhere?”

"Yes, right."

Charlize barely made a sound. How long was he asleep? His voice became so hoarse.

“It's clean and clear.”

Thought's clear.

His body is very light. He felt as if he had never fallen unconscious.

"It's a relief, you've only regained consciousness three days after the dance."

Three days. I-i understand.

Dylan looked pleased as he sighed.

Charlize felt strange. It was because he remembered what he was thinking before he fell unconscious.

'I trust Dylan, so I think I'll be safe.'

And Dylan. He proved Charlize's trust in a perfect way.

Believing…

"Your Majesty, there's something I want to tell you."

Meanwhile, Dylan avoided knowing what Charlize wanted to say.

But there were only two of them after a long time. Being together in the bedroom, before long the conversation became tense.

Charlize whispered.

"I'd like to take a fifteen-day vacation."

“Fifteen days…? You mean…"

"Yes." Yeah."

“Are you so sick? Up to fifteen days are required during recovery. ”

In Dylan's worried eyes, Charlize shook her head.

"No. I have fully recovered from my illness. It's just a pure holiday. I was thinking of leaving the island for a while and exploring the Lion Mountains.”

“…”

Only then did Dylan feel and stare at Charlize.

At this moment, he felt deja vu. It was just Charlize's feeling.

Five years ago.

Charlize asks Dylan for a vacation. It was to participate in the sword competition.

'At that time, he made a plea to the emperor as the victor, and saved the Heelu potion.'

The 7th concubine was pain free after eating the Heelu potion.

Dylan did not ask how Charlize obtained the Heelu potion back then. But he can guess it.

Dylan is smart. He just didn't need to talk to her and get confirmation. He'll know everything.

"This time, fifteen days of vacation are enough."

Charlize will find the family heirloom and win Duke Kenin's heart.

To be Dylan's political power. Regional military power center. Neutral faction of nobles who have yet to decide their Master.

“...Yes, alright.”

Dylan gave his consent at once.

"Aren't you going to ask me why?"

"I."

Dylan spoke firmly.

“I trust Master. I really believe."

'trust?'

Charlize was silent for a moment because of what she had just thought.

Dylan is very good. Instinctively known or not. He was a genius at penetrating people's minds.

Charlize who was thinking of working as soon as she regained consciousness after fainting, and Dylan who believed her and confirmed everything. They must be two incredible people.

"This is what it's like."

Charlize felt a tickling sensation.

“...Thank you, Your Highness.”

"Is there anything else you need?"

Charlize thought for a moment about Dylan's question.

“Two servers. And a letter of delegation from His Majesty.”

Dylan's eyes became smooth.

“I think it's enough.”

We can borrow hundreds of millions of dollars, or we can sign a legally enforceable contract instead.

It was a very damaging document, but Dylan's answer this time was very subtle and elegant.

“Yes, I'll prepare it. Guru."

Dylan's trust is so strong. It never seems to break.

Just as Dylan was avenging Charlize's trust, this time Charlize also wanted to fully repay Dylan's trust.

***

Therefore, Charlize immediately left the island. There's no reason to postpone it.

The Lion Mountains were far away. But it was not long after he boarded the teleportation train using mana.

"We've arrived, Grandmaster."

Charlize got off the train under the guidance of her servant.

Because he had contacted Duke Kenin before. The coachman was waiting at the train station where he arrived.

"Good in here, please."

There are also five escorts from Duke Kenin. It's a very good hospitality.

Charlize took the train with her servant. People were wondering why this precious person named Grandmaster Crown Prince had come to this faraway place.

“Happy to meet you, Grandmaster.”

Duke Kenin spoke in his own gentle way. To welcome Charlize, all the servants greeted her.

“While Grandmaster stays. We will serve you faithfully.”

Charlize looked at Duke Kenin.

He who protected the North was a strong person even emperors could not match him.

He lost his wife a few years ago and did not remarry, so he has no children. The handsome appearance of his youth remained the same.

Charlize pretended not to know Kenin, who was looking for her with a sharp look.

“I too. Thank you for accepting my request to stay at your house. I don't know what to do with your hospitality.”

Kenin realized Charlize's position.

There are rumors that she is a bad woman. But now, he was under the next generation of powerful people in the imperial family, both in name and reality.

He offered, and hid his vigilance.

“How about chatting accompanied by a cup of tea for a while?”

“Alright, Duke.”

Charlize nodded her head.

The living room, which was soon to arrive, was very nice.

As if he had already studied Charlize's taste, there were teas and cakes that she liked.

Charlize sat.

"So, why did you take your precious steps to this faraway place?"

Kenin looked at Charlize with a powerful mix of energy, as if she was trying to get started.

"May I hear your story first?"

Kenin is a knight. A knight of the knights. His stout and sturdy body was so large that it could not be covered by a uniform.

It was usually frightening to say that he was an excellent knight in this view. But Charlize, wearing a beautiful dress, looked as if she was unmoved.

“From the story.”

The woman smiled brightly. Is he really a Grandmaster? Instead of shrinking, there was an intensity that made Kenin retreat at the moment.

"I heard Duke likes to bet."

Charlize said, sipping the teacup elegantly and putting it down.

“Why don't we melt the atmosphere by making a simple bet?”

His words of recommendation, it made no difference to start a fight.

If Kenin had a child, he would grow up to be as big as Charlize. For a moment, the Duke felt a charisma he did not feel when dealing with any high-ranking noble. He held his breath.

"…good."

In Charlize's words, Kenin had a strong competitive spirit. No need to start a fight first. Reasons not to respond to an incoming fight. There aren't.

Kenin rests his back on the chair.

“Can I choose a betting event here?”

"Of course."

Kenin looked at Charlize and rang the bell to call the waiter. The servant entered very carefully with eyes fixed on the floor.

It is clear that military discipline is highly respected.

"Bring me a jade marble board."

Kenin ordered haughtily.

The servant looked surprised for a moment but immediately complied. A jade marble board was placed on the table.

A game commonly called 'Confident Game' on the streets. The difference was using luxurious materials like nobles.

If you put a jade ball in the middle, it falls on roulette with 29 probabilities. The winner is the one who bets the chips and guesses what number falls.

"It would be better if the examiner was Duke."

Charlize easily handed her favorable position to Kenin.

Kenin's forehead is slightly narrowed.

Charlize had a calm demeanor, although the manipulation tool might be hung on this board.

Kenin never lost a fight. Precisely. He never lost a fight.

He quietly pressed the hidden button on the board, wondering how far Charlize's calm expression would go.

If he does this. No matter what the answer is, it will never be the right answer.

“Come we start.”

Charlize crossed her legs. It was a ludicrous and strange attitude as if trying to make fun of it anywhere.

Kenin opened the lid in the middle and inserted a jade ball. And then spin the roulette. The sound of a falling jade ball rang.

Klink klak klak.

Tak.

Kenin looked at Charlize confidently.

Charlize glanced at the chip given. He was not too worried about folded hands. He said, pushing all the stacked chips forward.

“All at number one.”

'All in?'

Kenin scrunched his forehead. What makes you so confident?

“Are you going to answer it? Number one is not the correct answer.”

He could see that Charlize was at a disadvantage.29/29 and 28/29. But at that moment, Kenin was surprised at how unwavering his face was filled with confidence.

The right answer cannot be number one. Because the manipulator was hung so the first answer was not correct.

Kenin has nothing to lose. He also pushed the chip forward.

"Okay, I'll be all-in too."

Then it's time to check.

'I looked up to him a lot because he was a Grandmaster, but he wasn't special from what I thought.'

Kenin unlocks number one with confidence. He made a winning face without even checking. But it's weird.

Charlize looked at Kenin without shaking her legs like before. And hid the smile on her lips.

'Are you smiling?'

Kenin lowered his head in doubt. And he saw something unbelievable.

At number one. There was a jade ball inside.

***