Escape From The Tyrant

Starting the Bag Throwing.11

Charlize approached slowly.

Are they surprised? Not only Dylan, but all the servants became stiff.

"Your Majesty, I'm back."

The holidays are fifteen days. The bet ended earlier than expected, so Charlize returned a day early.

"…Teacher."

“We're glad you're back, Grandmaster!”

The servants lowered their heads simultaneously.

Dylan somehow walked over with flushed cheeks. Charlize's gaze reached Dylan's hand.

There's a ribbon in the Crown Prince's hand.

'Rape?'

The Crown Prince's Palace always had a calm atmosphere, resembling Dylan. But somehow, today it is decorated so magnificently.

Precisely. It seems like he is preparing something. Whatisit?

Charlize doesn't know.

"You came earlier than expected."

“Somehow it just happened.”

Charlize replied to Dylan's words.

Waita minute.

Charlize has a hunch. This, so…

"I just want to give you a surprise party."

Birthday celebration?

Dylan seemed to be embarrassed.

"But I was so happy to see Master back the day before."

"Well…"

Charlize was weak against such tickles. His birthday is – tomorrow. He has forgotten it.

Charlize only remembered it as the anniversary of the Grand Duchess' death.

Even the maid who had prepared the birthday party excitedly smiled awkwardly upon seeing Charlize.

It seemed like they wanted to surprise him, but they were afraid of not being able to live up to his expectations.

"If I knew you were preparing something, I wouldn't be back in a hurry."

Charlize said sadly.

"That word."

Dylan's approaching.

“Can I assume that Master misses me too?”

Charlize blinked slowly. Dylan, who sincerely missed Charlize, stepped closer.

A refreshing aroma flashed across his body. Charlize looked at Dylan.

“I miss you, Master.”

Charlize felt strange.

It seemed like Dylan kept knocking deep in his heart.

Ask him to open it. Ask him to trust her. Like a rain that hit a window.

Secretly and secretly.

"Me too, Your Majesty."

It was fortunate that he came back in a hurry because he wanted to see Dylan.

Although Dylan was embarrassed, he looked down happily. The eyelashes covering her blue eyes were long and beautiful.

Charlize handed over the documents first.

"It."

“…”

No further explanation was added.

Dylan, who was staring at the envelope Charlize gave him with a strange look, immediately picked it up carefully.

Dylan opened the envelope, took out the document and read it. Over there. It states the destination of the Charlize holiday.

[As the head of Duke Kenin, I declare that I have made a knight oath to His Highness the Crown Prince.

There was no problem with his procedures as the Grandmaster Crown Prince 'Charlize Ronan' was appointed as the holy representative of His Majesty.

I will devote my life and be loyal to you.

Compensation of Duke Kenin.]

The duke was a strong person that not even the emperor could match him.

The duke who protected the North was famous for not having a Master for generations.

The only exception was the first emperor to establish an empire.

Such a loner nobleman made a knight oath to the Crown Prince.

"…How can."

Dylan can't talk.

The Duke even branded it with his seal. These.

Charlize ability. He wouldn't have gotten it if it wasn't for him.

'How far away is Master?'s ability?'

Less than half a year was left until the rebellion Dylan had told him about before. In his hands came a man who would become a base of enormous military and political power.

It was close to a miracle. In terms of value, it was equivalent to finding a diamond mine.

Placing something extremely precious in her hands, Charlize looked at Dylan calmly.

"Is this enough to repay His Majesty's trust?"

Just like the day when she gave Heelu potion in her hands and relieved the pain of the 7th concubine.

Charlize tamed Dylan. Take all his attention. It was as if there was nothing he could not do for Dylan.

Eyes so firm.

"Teacher."

Dylan moved his lips slightly.

So then.

How should he express this gratitude? Will there come a day when he can repay her in his heart?

Dylan was overwhelmed with the many things he had received.

Because he knew how valuable Charlize's efforts behind him were. The back of his neck felt tingly.

“Outside gifts. It's a miracle for me.”

He could not express even one percent of his gratitude.

Charlize, who opened her eyes wide in surprise, immediately smiled at Dylan. A charming happy smile.

Her dazzling eyes bowed gently.

“I'm so happy to hear it.”

Just in time, the wind blew.

Charlize's scent floated slowly. A deeper smile. Her hair was shining brightly in the sun.

A halo of light seemed to shine around him, as if he was glowing.

He smiled as if he was happy to be trusted. This was a way to be respected by Charlize's choice.

"During not meeting. Your honor."

Charlize whispered sweetly.

Dylan suddenly thought,

He wanted to kiss Charlize.

It is not a soft kiss that touches the lips. But a kiss that's rough enough to make you breathless.

***

Grand Duchy's.

The mood has subsided.

Fortunately, Charlize survived 'Blackshaw' safely.

The doctor who heard the news was shocked and could not close his mouth.

[Should he die?]

In Will's unpleasant reaction, he explained quickly.

[There is no such case in medical science. Magically or theoretically. Anyone who has reached more than that level can receive extreme poison and survive on their own. But that means the lady.].

[That means he is above Master level.]

The doctor immediately denied Dante's murmur.

[Of course, it can't be like that. Whether it's an antibody formed by chance or a miracle occurs.]

[Is it possible for Charlize to be more than a master?]

The doctor replied Will with more courtesy as if he saw someone telling a silly joke.

[If so, wouldn't it be widely known?]

A reaction that doesn't seem even positive.

But even if Will had never seen it, if there was a person whose rank was more than a master, he thought the genius closest to him was Charlize.

When Charlize teaches Dylan, she does swordsmanship that she never even dreamed of.

"Nobody knows about that."

Still, I'll feel guilty.

'Because of me.'

Even an ordinary doctor who was an amateur of the sword denied Charlize's status.

No, he didn't even think that Charlize was good at handling swords.

It was horrifying that he had even nearly killed Charlize with the Blackshaw flower.

The Grand Duke, who was having a family meeting, also seemed lost in thought.

“What's up, Dad?”

Only then did the Grand Duke open his mouth to Dante's question.

“It didn't work.”

The Grand Duke wiped his face with both hands.

“Your Highness the Crown Prince said he would leave everything to Charlize's wishes. Request to withhold a request to exit the family name list was rejected.”

“…”

It was their last hope, but it also failed.

He could do nothing but bite his lips like a sinner. At least Dante was conscious and broke the silence.

"Tomorrow. It was Charlize's birthday. Isn't that also the anniversary of mother's death?”

Dante continued.

“Maybe this is our last chance.”

Hearing that remark, Will replied with a bitter smile.

“The gift I gave Charlize to wish her a happy birthday is Blackshaw. How could I dare to see him tomorrow? Besides that."

Will speak with great difficulty as if he was vomiting blood.

“It looks like His Majesty is preparing a birthday party for Charlize. This might be his first time. She is a child who always spends every birthday like a dead rat, saying she is grieving for the Grand Duchess.”

T/N: The dead rat is a metaphor for a very quiet state.

Never been to the Grand Duchy. To celebrate Charlize's birthday. It would be best if he did not hurt her with his words instead of a party.

Dante answered carefully.

“...Our mother's memorial room is located in Grand Duchy, so maybe she will come here on her birthday. Brother."

Charlize had never returned to the Grand Duchy since she became Dylan's teacher.

Because it's a reality they want to ignore. The three men pretended not to admit it.

After a long time, the Grand Duke opened his mouth.

“Then all we can do is wait. Just wait."

He didn't think it would work if they just waited casually. However, provoking Charlize was counterproductive.

“...I don't know how to apologize.”

The words that would probably not come out of the Grand Duke's mouth for the rest of his life were now spoken with deep regret at this moment.

'If I was given a chance to go back in time. I will never leave Charlize alone.'

The Grand Duke thought.

But regret always comes too late.

It is impossible to go back in time. Time always goes forward.

When he learned that Charlize might die, the Grand Duke first admitted his guilt.

'This is my fault.'

He had blamed the innocent Charlize and hurt her.

Charlize was born not only of the Grand Duchess, but also of the Grand Duke. It is not a sin to be born. His existence cannot be wrong.

Dante's gaze turned to the Grand Duke as if he was shocked, but that was all.

Only for Charlize. They are all sinners. They will never be free of the past.

***

Dylan opened the living room door.

Charlize stood up and looked into the flower pot.

A white finger touches the newly flowering bud.

Somehow, Dylan knocked on the open door because he felt he shouldn't have peeked into the scene.

Tap, tap.

“...You arrived early?”

Charlize turned around and said.

Dylan asked her to wait for a while, so she spent some time alone. Charlize's gaze reached Dylan's hand.

Dylan approached him with the pottery in his hand.

"I don't know how to express my gratitude."

"I don't either. I didn't know you were preparing for a birthday party.”

White pottery decorated with beautiful gems. Steam rose from it as if it contained warm water.

Charlize noticed Dylan's intentions. Because Dylan used to wash his feet.

“Shortly. Will you sit down? ”

Charlize slowly sat down on the chair, and looked at Dylan.

Dylan put the pottery on the floor. And the Crown Prince slowly knelt down in front of Charlize.

"Your Majesty, why ..."

“It must have been a difficult trip, so I want to give you a simple massage.”

Dylan's movements were so natural that Charlize spent some time stopping him.

That's a little embarrassing. Even though he never felt bad.

He carefully took off his shoes while holding Charlize's calf. Her bare, exposed legs are small and smooth. Clean white feet that no one has ever seen.

Charlize took a deep breath.

With spark.

Both of his legs immediately fell into the water.

Dylan had a polite and calm face while on his knees.

The Crown Prince unbuttoned his cuff. And he rolled up his sleeves.

"…Well."

Charlize groaned from the heat.

He poured water on his feet with his bare hands. It's warm.

Charlize's breathing tickled.

But it's more bizarre to point out that he's conscious here.

Why suddenly.

***