Escape From The Tyrant

Starting the Propelling Bag.13

The flawless sword dance opened.

Charlize turned the sword as she walked forward. Surprisingly, the swirling sword did not touch anything around it.

He lowered the rotating sword to his waist. His other hand stretched out gracefully, and raised the sword that had been placed at the side, as if propping it up again.

Smooth dancing line.

Charlize swung her sword wide. Each time, it was a different movement, free of rules. But even if he walks between tables and passes by a group of nervous people.

The sword passed by just like that, never touching anyone. Artistic movements.

"Even though she covered her eyes ..."

Someone was mumbling unintentionally.

As if there was a wall in front of him, he scratched the air with his sword, flew gently like a butterfly, and twisted the sword in the air.

It blends with a beautiful melody.

Elegant and subtle. The luxurious sword stopped as if it was controlling his breath, but he quickly made a series of piercing movements.

Match the music perfectly. Charlize does the same when her beats are fast enough to be passionate, and Charlize smiles like a dazzling dancer when her beats slow down.

Even with eyes closed. No, it was more because his eyes were tied with lace.

The anxiety doubled and their gazes were fixed on him.

Charlize moved her sword closer to her face, raising her chin up high.

A slender wrist with an open neckline and a sword. Initially, those who were afraid of being injured, involuntarily approached Charlize, like a tiger moth leaping into the flames.

Even as the distance became narrower and more dangerous, Charlize fluttered like a free butterfly. Just like the vast training ground, the party hall became his stage.

“Dance, very beautiful.”

One of the servants watching could not bear it and expressed his admiration. In fact, they all feel the same way.

Charlize was like a dreamy fairy, she looked alluring like a mature woman, but was innocent like a young girl.

The thin dress material Charlize wore blended finely with her sharp sword. A sharp and cold energy flowed, but that in itself was his charm.

“…”

Music ends. The musicians playing, as if bewitched, looked at Charlize with dreamy and fuzzy expressions.

No, everyone at the party wore the same expression. Charlize slowly put down her sword. Then he lowered the lace that covered his eyes.

His unique mysterious eyes were revealed. Her pretty face immediately found the figure of the young lady. Shortly after, Charlize's ears heard enthusiastic applause.

Clap the clap!

No one was injured even when Charlize freely swung her sword. Not a single thing was scratched.

Although he could not see it, he avoided the marble pillars and stairs well. No matter what people said, Charlize proved it perfectly.

His sword is not dangerous.

“…”

Charlize approached the Countess.

Apart from the intense sword dance, Charlize showed no signs of exhaustion.

The countess was an amateur in her knowledge of swordsmanship, but she vaguely realized how great Charlize's swordsmanship was.

Countess's face flushed.

"Are you still thinking the same thing?"

"I'm wrong, Grandmaster."

The countess quickly admitted.

“I'm sorry for my insults. I, I believe Your Majesty is very wise. I've been sassy.”

It was a quick change of attitude. But now that he saw his sword dance, he could not force Charlize anymore.

Countess stutters. When Charlize was close, she could not make eye contact with him, so she lowered her head. His heart is beating fast.

That's not an insult. Just…

Rather than 'sword dance', it was a dance that could even be called 'flower dance'. There is not a single flower more beautiful and powerful than Charlize.

Charlize returned the necklace and nodded.

"I accept your apology."

The countess' face flushed in a different sense.

Charlize turned around lightly and returned the sword to the knight. The knight moved his lips.

The party atmosphere is heating up. Everyone was talking about the sword dance they had just seen with slightly raised faces.

The admiration he could not feel even as he watched the highly praised opera flow from the nobles.

***

After a while, the party ended.

The guests went home, and the servants cleared the abandoned party hall.

Charlize was walking with Dylan in the moonlight. There are many flowers in the well-decorated garden at the Crown Prince's Palace.

"That's great .. sword dance."

At a late appreciation, Charlize looked at Dylan.

"Oh, so?"

“Yes, the more I spend my time with Master, the more I admire.”

Only then did Charlize remember what happened a while ago.

'Dylan tried to save me.'

Like a knight who saved a humiliated young noblewoman, Dylan tried to take the lead.

[No, Your Honor. I'll take care of it.]

Although Charlize finished it cleanly.

Fortunately, Dylan's expression looked the same as usual, as if he wasn't offended by the incident. No, rather, he looked a little nervous.

Charlize stopped walking.

“Thank you for always taking care of me. Still, today is a happy day.”

"…It's a relief."

"It's all thanks to Your Majesty."

Even though the uninvited guest was a little annoying, it was a fun birthday celebration overall. Her birthday could be a happy day. He experienced this fact for the first time.

But Charlize was not affected by emotions. He did not intend to settle here just because he was comfortable now.

Charlize's mood became strange.

Dylan looked at Charlize. His lips moved slowly.

"I also intend to kill the Emperor."

Dylan paused for a moment. The words flowed peacefully, but it emitted a threatening and subtle hatred. Because that's what he really feels.

His fancy sword dance was still lingering in his eyes. Like a very burning sun, like a charming moon. Her distinctive hair mixed with blonde and silver hair trembled.

"Is the rebellion about to happen?"

Charlize smiled like a flower.

He didn't even call the Emperor 'His Majesty'. Dylan felt a strange mismatch but immediately tried to suppress it.

"Yes." Yeah."

He can make vows again and again. And always sincere.

Charlize to him,

"Everything will be according to Master's wishes."

Because she is the woman she loves, her only teacher, her first interest, and her savior.

Seeing Charlize smiling brightly, Dylan felt that there was a secret that he did not tell. But now, now,

He doesn't have to dig about it. Even if he knew, he didn't think that he would be able to do anything.

Dylan just wanted Charlize to be what she was. He had no intention of repairing or forcing her.

It was a night of unusually strong moonlight.

Dylan smiled slowly with Charlize.

With satisfaction.

Colored world. It was filled by Charlize.

***

“How about the preparation of the rebellion?”

"It's almost done."

At Dylan's question, 'Shadow' politely bowed and replied. The rebellion is in sight.

When Duke Kenin gave Dylan a knight oath, he had many knights following him. But, the root is all 'Shadow' here.

As soon as Dylan was crowned, he planned to grant preferential treatment by arranging for a 'Shadow' higher than imperial knights under the Emperor's orders.

'That is why it matches the knight named by Master.'

'Shadow' blindly pursued the wealth and power that Dylan had promised sweetly.

The knights who practiced hell practice every day were in the process of achieving an explosive increase in skill.

But things don't always go smoothly.

"Your majesty."

"What's that?"

“There is something you need to know.”

V is approaching Dylan. When Dylan reached out a hand, a well-organized report was given.

"We found him. Insiders trying to sell information to the information guild.”

"What is this guy?"

"Yes. I didn't know Master put people in the guild information.”

'I'm so stupid', muttered V.

Dylan, who read the report quickly, gave the order.

"Call everyone."

"Yes. Should we bring in an insider? We have prepared it.”

"Good."

V hurried.

Dylan burned the paper by attaching the report to the torch with an expressionless face.

Kresek.

Dark ash flowed from the burning paper. Dylan stepped out, smashing the ashes with his military boots.

"I greet the Eternal Master."

Dylan looked at the kneeling knights with expressionless faces.

In the future, they would be called the shadow of the Emperor. These knights were chosen only based on their skills and loyalty, regardless of their status or origin.

There should never be anyone who wants to spread information outside.

“This is it. My lord."

V holds out the insider.

The one who dared to sell information about Charlize to the information guild but was caught.

The insider, who was tied up with a rope, felt a deadly fear and trembled.

Dylan was an extraordinary genius who was taught directly by Charlize. He was almost a master.

Dylan's swinging sword gracefully touched the insider's neck.

“What's my fault…!All I did was give some information about the girl..!”.

“Then why don't you sell my information?”

Dylan intimidates.

The desperate man began to plead for his life.

“Eh, uh, sir, let me go! Because I can't see the evil woman next to Mister!”

The insider could no longer scream.

Soon, his neck was slashed. His eyes that opened after being shocked seemed to be able to come out at any moment.

Wh why? Wh why? The insiders could not understand. The world began to turn. Tuk, the head lying on the floor, opened his mouth for a moment.

Dylan held the insider's last breath and whispered.

"If you do, your family will be safe."

Dominance is only domination. His attention and kindness were arranged only for Charlize.

A drop of blood on his cheek fell gently onto his skin.

Tuk.

Dylan's energy was clearly blackened. The heartless voice mixed with intense hatred. The knights trembled as they looked at Dylan directly.

"Find all his family, cut off their limbs, and show them on the street."

“I received an order from Tuanku.”

There is no drop of mercy.

A worthy command for a tyrant.

Dylan, who was dyed black by Charlize herself, smiled gently.

A monster named 'Keira' was created by the imperial family. But born as a monster more ruthless than him was himself, that tyrant belonged to Charlize.

***