Escape From The Tyrant

Dylan Rides the Throne Bag.3

Just walking around is not bad either. Since your mind became organized.

Charlize returned to the Crown Prince's Palace because her residence had not moved. The waiting servants greeted Charlize happily.

“Jesa.”

"…What's up?"

Charlize asked, noticing the servant's expression.

"There's nothing just that Young Duke Delmon said that he should meet Jesa ..."

"She's waiting in the living room."

If it was the Young Duke, it would have been Kahu.

It is true that he received great assistance from Kahu the day before the rebellion. Charlize nodded.

Initially, it needed to go through a formal procedure, but it was a chaotic time. He immediately entered the living room.

As soon as he saw Charlize, Kahu stood up.

"You've come, Jesa."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were waiting..."

"It's my fault that I came without prior notice."

Charlize sat. Winter is coming. That's why he's happy to see the steam coming out of the warm tea.

Kahu sat awkwardly.

“Because I was so busy that I couldn't even say thank you. Thank you for your contribution. I really need a knight to handle the main gate.”.

“How dare I compare myself to Jesa's contribution?”

The fact that Kahu joined the rebellion was unexpected for Charlize. There are actually many signs.

Life did not flow as he expected. He thought that no one was paying attention, but Kahu went to Dylan the day before the rebellion with half confidence.

That's not all of it.

It was also unexpected that the imperial family had hidden a shadow monster. What if Charlize doesn't take over the outside?

The result would be disastrous, as it was unlikely that there would be a skilled person like Charlize. Just imagining it makes him dizzy.

'I didn't even know that Grand Duke Ronan would come forward to help.'

And even his family. It would be more accurate to say that he was indifferent to them from the start.

He believes he has a lot of things under control, but more things don't. All the more. It was the same for Dylan.

'No need to be too disappointed, nor is there any reason to be too excited.'

That was enough wandering around for the day. Charlize ended her confusion.

“The reason why I visited Jesa is.”

“…”

"Don't worry, I didn't mean to question you carefully."

Charlize raised her eyes. Shame, Kahu dodged his eyes.

“One day... At your swordsmanship memorial party. I want to apologize for being too rude.”

"I've forgotten that."

And he remembered that he had already received an apology for it. Kahu nervously licked his lips.

“So, all I want to say is.”

“…”

“No matter what circumstances Jesa has. Unless you tell me first. I mean, I wouldn't try to dig it.”

Is he watching me?

Charlize remained silent.

Maybe Kahu is a person who is sensitive to the flow of time. Or he could just go back in time with her.

The reason he wasn't sure it was a setback was because Kahu became too worried.

It didn't matter if he kept pretending not to know Kahu's speculation. But he was grateful Kahu didn't cross the line.

Charlize opened her lips and lowered her head. He lifted the cup of tea in front of him and drank it. The inside becomes warm.

“And, I want to tell Jesa thank you for all your hard work.”

These words. It was a word no one had ever spoken to her. Even Charlize herself.

Hearing the unexpected remark, Charlize calmly put down her teacup. When Charlize doesn't speak. Feeling like he made a mistake, Kahu stammered,

“Of course, I know it goes against etiquette to say thank you for your hard work, to my boss.

"I know, Your Majesty."

Charlize asserted slowly.

Kahu slowly looked at Charlize. Charlize did not smile. Face pretended. But even so, it looked the most original.

“Congratulations to have become Jesa.”

"…thank you. For your help. I will definitely reply you.”

It wasn't too bad that the first congratulation he heard was from Kahu.

The conversation ended there. Kahu stepped back, asking her to have a comfortable night.

After returning to his bedroom, Charlize was deep in thought.

'If it's as planned, I should have had a drink with Dylan yesterday.'

If the rebellion succeeds, he decides to drink a celebratory drink with her. Charlize was convinced that Dylan was waiting.

“Maria.”

“Ya, sorry? Yep! Jesa.”

Mary, who seemed happy to have her name called, opened her eyes wide. Charlize asked, though,

"Will you deliver this message to His Majesty?"

“Of course, Jesa. What do you want me to say? ”

Come to think of it, it was too much to not attend Dylan's coronation ceremony. Charlize became regretful.

“...Please tell him I'm ready.”

Charlize intends to have a drink with Dylan tonight. But it might sound a little strange.

Mary, who was looking at Charlize up close, blushed and stared at her blankly for a moment.

"I get it, Jesa."

Mary lowered her head carefully. As Mary left the room, Charlize spoke to the remaining servants.

"Will you dress me up?"

Dylan was no longer the Dylan Charlize knew. He was a drawing paper that he was now a little unfamiliar with. He was darker than he thought.

Thinking that he should keep his head upright even if he was going to drink, Charlize swore.

He would deal with her a little more carefully.

"Of course, Jesa."

Similar to the amazingly alluring sunsets, the clear moonlight comes on a beautiful night. The servants lowered their heads in delight.

***

Dylan looked at Maria.

"You're telling you that the teacher told you to tell me that?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

At last. Does he feel better?

Mary gave the box in her hand to the relieved Dylan. When Dylan opened the box, there was perfume inside.

"This is the perfume that His Majesty ordered the other day."

"…Good work."

Mary was the first to receive Charlize's praise. Like Mary said, Dylan asked her for help.

He asked her personally to make a perfume that fit his atmosphere.

Mary politely stepped back.

Dylan ordered the servants to prepare a drink in the garden of the Imperial Palace and hurriedly finished bathing.

His eyes became curious.

Dylan recalled the testimony of the landlords who witnessed Charlize on the day of the rebellion.

[It was an incredible military force.]

[No one surpasses Jesa ... Although there were more reinforcements from the Emperor than expected, the important task went smoothly as planned.]

[...Honestly, it's all thanks to Jesa. We just helped.]

When Dylan took over inside and Charlize took over the power outside. No one can come through the closed gate. It is true that the rebellion was good.

[I sincerely think it's a relief that we are allies.]

Their hands seemed to tremble just by looking back at their memories. Surprised face. A trembling close to the cold.

Charlize's ability was an incomprehensible scope that their common sense could not explain.

Overwhelmed landlords spoke solemnly.

[If he is the enemy. We will never win.]

[When he came after dealing with the shadow monster, I was very surprised. Back then, there was no time to think, so I missed it, but when I thought about it again. That's really amazing.]

[The more I think about it, the more I feel that he is beyond the human level, Your Majesty.]

Charlize was a true female knight. It was something that was still a rare concept on the continent, and close to an honorary title.

However, it is not enough to break the female knight's prejudice, that even if you search across the continent, you will not be able to find someone who can deal with it. Even alone, he is strong.

The landlord had a strong pride. However, the sense of inferiority and superiority they felt depended on the opponent.

The difference was so significant that they did not even dare to underestimate Charlize. They could only look up and admire him.

The testimony of the knights and soldiers is the same. The touching confession of the subordinates lightly drew Dylan's heartstrings.

Dylan was only curious about one thing. The reason why Charlize tried to use herself to destroy the Empire.

'If he had that ability, he would be able to end the Empire alone.'

Why didn't Charlize choose that path? Is that guilt? Is that his morality?

But Dylan soon calmed down. He doesn't have to choose himself, because Charlize 'chose' him.

His trust is deepening. Whatever the reason, Dylan is fine with it.

"My master, Jesa spoke to Kahu in the living room."

"Is that so?"

V appears in the darkness and declares. Dylan's expression was drowning. Knower. The name that always pisses him off every time he hears it.

"What kind of talk do they do?"

“Young Duke tells her to calm down because she won't question Jesa closely. It seems like there is something between the two of them.”

Dylan looked into the mirror in silence. She sprayed the perfume that Mary gave her.

It is reminiscent of the freshness of blue, but the aroma is not too strong but smooth.

It was like a gentle and refreshing soap used by babies. Doubled because of the sweet but sleepy taste it causes.

“Duke Young then said, “thank you for your hard work”. And congratulate him for being Jesa.”

"I understand."

“That's finally. My lord."

Of course, Charlize also had her own personal relationship. Dylan.

However, the fact that Kahu once offered a wedding with Charlize. It only made the Emperor's mind uncomfortable.

'Teacher, he doesn't know how I feel.'

The face of Charlize, who confidently recommended young miss Remiya as the Crown Princess' candidate, appeared in her mind.

Dylan clenched his uniform. V read his face and disappeared into the darkness again.

[How could a noble who would work in state affairs become so interested in appearance?]

The tailor muttered at the attentive request. As soon as Dylan ascended the throne, Dylan had already prepared clothes for him.

[If people saw this handsome man now, all the servants of the Imperial Palace would shrink.].

Dylan paid no heed to what the tailor said. Even in nature, male peacocks make their feathers more colorful in order to be chosen by the female.

From a dating point of view, her treatment was a natural thing.

Dylan's skin reflected in a pure white mirror. A face more suited to being a benevolent pope than an Emperor ruling an empire under his feet.

The design was also fashionable, and the straight material made Dylan's body figure stand out.

The unrealistic body figure of the highly praised statue was also inferior to Dylan. Stout muscles accentuate his broad shoulders and stomach.

“…”

If it wasn't for Charlize, Dylan wouldn't have taken the throne. He was wearing the Emperor uniform that Charlize had given him as a gift.

A bit of an attractive face appeared on the surface of that clear mirror.

He has his hair dry.

"The drink is ready, Your Majesty."

"Lead."

Under the command of the officers, Dylan departed. The Imperial Palace Garden is beautifully decorated. When he arrived, he put his hands together neatly.

Dylan waited for Charlize with nervous eyes.

What made her nervous, especially, was the exaggerated meaning she put into this. It was the first night he became Emperor.

It was like the first night.

Now that he was waiting for Charlize, he could not help but get excited.

***