Escape From The Tyrant

Dylan ascends the Throne Bag.5

Dylan's eyes are deep.

Charlize observed Dylan's expression. He didn't know if the phrase 'soaking' was the right term. But at this moment, Charlize immersed herself in Dylan.

Slowly. The mouth of the Emperor opened.

"Yes. There's someone I've loved for a long time.”

The obvious answer.

However, Charlize could not let Dylan's words slip away just like that.

Dylan. He said he had someone he loved.

The one who had been by Dylan's side for a long time. Charlize will be the only one who knows, the one Dylan loves.

It was himself.

“…”

Charlize hesitated without saying anything properly.

'The reason why I suddenly asked this question is.'

Just to make sure.

He wondered if Dylan loved him.

Half of his mind thought it was impossible. But, if it was love, he could understand the reason why he gave the Ehyrit piece to the Emperor.

Charlize became even more confused after hearing her answer.

This time it was Dylan's turn to ask.

"Does Teacher have someone you love?"

Charlize gulped.

At that moment, as soon as he heard the question, the one who appeared in his mind was a dubious 'Know.

But he doesn't love Kahu.

The fact. It is close to affection for the opposite sex among his feelings.

He doesn't know what love is.

Love, as the world describes it. Not seeing Kahu did not torment her; she did not miss him to death.. When he remembered Kahu, not even a smile came out.

It's just nostalgia for a dim past. Gratitude. Protective taste. That'sthat's all.

If he had to reveal it, it would be a good feeling.

“...No, Your Highness.”

Was it a long silence before the answer that bothered him or the answer that troubled him?

Surprisingly, Dylan looked glum.

Turn back to Charlize again.

Charlize asked with a straight throw.

"Who do you love, Your Majesty?"

Before Dylan became Emperor. Charlize subconsciously avoided it.

She had always felt that she had to keep her distance, so she had personally recommended young miss Remiya to be the Crown Princess' candidate.

But now the situation is different.

'Because Dylan fed the former Emperor a piece of Ehyrit.'

Charlize's original plan had to be scrapped. Although he was shocked and distressed by the unfinished plan.

"I can always make other plans."

However, what if Dylan's love was directed at him?

He thought of making full use of Dylan's love in his new plan.

If he was indifferent because he didn't need it before, but not now.

Charlize's calm eyes made Dylan speechless.

“…”

Dylan did not answer.

The emperor only saw Charlize.

Because it.

"Don't answer that."

Because Dylan has a premonition at the moment.

He did not think that he should express his feelings honestly. It was a feeling close to unconsciousness.

'Once Master knows how I feel.'

How did Charlize respond? If he was the Charlize he had met so far.

Exactly it.

"He'll leave me."

Even though it was a stream of irrational thoughts and conclusions at all.

Dylan is a genius.

Even sometimes he himself could not follow the reason for his decision because he thought too quickly.

Don't answer that, why? But this is all that is certain. At this moment, Dylan should never be honest.

But he didn't want to lie. So, Dylan didn't say anything.

“…”

The long blow passed. Dylan finally failed to answer that question.

game Ehyrit. It was a game of truth that tried to improve the atmosphere of the drinking party.

When the winner is determined, there is only a strange silence.

“...I lost, Guru.”

When Dylan lightly admitted his defeat, Charlize was momentarily puzzled.

Not likely. Is that true?

"The loser in the Ehyrit game must grant the winner's wish."

“What request do you want to make?”ask Dylan.

Dylan's strange expression that Charlize had just seen seemed to be just an illusion, and now she had a calm face.

"Hm."

Charlize drank while delaying answering for a moment. The glass was immediately emptied.

His mind became complicated. He already had the right to dispose of Dietrich.

'A wish?'

He doesn't want anything more now.

It was Dylan, who quickly poured a bottle of alcohol every time Charlize emptied her glass.

This time, Dylan held the bottle of alcohol again. Charlize stared blankly at the alcohol filling the glass.

The alcohol that had been poured into the glass finally overflowed and soaked the table.

Charlize looked at Dylan's trembling hands.

"Although he pretended to be calm."

that hand.

He can't hide it.

On a watery, wet table. The glass is overflowing because the water level cannot be regulated.

Surprisingly, it was like a figure of speech from a relationship.

Between Dylan and himself.

Charlize slowly raised her eyes.

***

“There are still fools like this? Whatisthis? you want me to kill the grandmaster?”

Lucy was dumbfounded and laughed. Does he want to destroy his business?

"I prepared enough money for the down payment."

That's not what Lucy wanted to hear.

“Wow-is this a new project to eliminate a rival guild assassination or something? I'm not saying you want to give us mass death as a gift.”

Lucy smiled, but was filled with murderous gazes.

"Didn't you tell me to kill myself while fighting with him?"

If he sends Charlize one more killer. Like that, the assassination guild will be annihilated. Charlize had warned Lucy sternly.

'And Charlize. He saw it with his own eyes. Charlize is a very skilled person.'

Charlize's sword dance under the moonlight of night in the meadow was still clear in her memory. That far. Charlize was the one who won the mercenary bet very easily at the bar they visited that day.

'He was the only one who put a dagger on the black stone so perfectly.'

"I'm, I'm gonna double the money!"

“I don't want.”

“Three, triple!”

"No! You think I'm trying to bargain with you ?! ”

Lucy screamed loudly, and the client bowed her shoulders.

He could not understand it when he said it in kind words. Lucy's expression turned cold.

“I won't accept it. No matter how much money you give me, I won't take it. We will not accept requests about killing Charlize Ronan.”

Lucy also ordered her subordinates who were next to her.

“Write, all of you. If you don't want to die in droves. ”

Lucy sat down again, smacking her lips. At first, the client seems to have a lot of money. And Lucy's crazy about money.

“Do they have to be grandmasters? Is there anyone else you want to kill?"

"If, if so... Is it possible to ask to kill Ronan's family?"

Lucy hesitated for a moment.

“It's not sure.”

Isn't Ronan Charlize's family? But Charlize didn't seem to care at all whether Ronan was dead or not.

"He didn't even warn me not to touch his family."

“What, is it possible?”

Lucy tilted her head in worry. Uncertain answers make the client's expression curious.

But for Lucy, this is a challenge. Even if Charlize thought of her family as a street rock. If he touches them and comes running for revenge. How he could face the consequences ...

“Ah, dammit. No no No! Requests for anyone related to the grandmaster are forbidden! ”

Lucy jumped in annoyance and kicked the door.

"Hi! Write you! I told him to go!”

The attitude of the assassin guild leader was too harsh on the client. But neither the client nor the killer showed it.

Initially, Lucy was a woman known for speaking informally to everyone. And he was also the most capable assassin in the empire.

Initially, if you have exceptional skills, even if your personality is dirty, the people around you can tolerate them.

But even people like that. For Charlize, she crawled and crawled.

The client was kicked out without knowing the reason.

"I'm so jealous of Ronan."

In the quiet interior, Lucy muttered. It seems like they received preferential treatment for mixing blood with Charlize.

'But there is no other choice. I still remember those eyes.'

Cold eyes. Sometimes, Charlize looked at the Imperial Palace or Lucy with those eyes.

'Even the weary killers don't look like that.'

That was how he looked when he saw something to get rid of. For now, she had been persuaded by Lucy by desperately acting cute and trying to please her, but she did not want to look into those eyes anymore.

'But when we talk about the Crown Prince ...'

It seemed like she was a little softer, but Lucy didn't even think about it. He didn't want to touch anything of his own if it meant seeing those eyes again.

Unconditional, he must look good. Lucy, who has a strong instinct for survival as well as her greed for money, has the sensitivity to recognize the strong.

And Charlize is a strong person.

***

"That was a mistake. Sorry, Guru.”

Dylan apologized immediately.

“I think I'm drunk.”

He poured a glass full of alcohol. He seems to be apologizing.

Charlize's face became difficult to read.

He was thinking.

'Do you really love me?'

Didn't he just get tamed? Dylan's respect is always consistent. But first, he was the one who treated Dylan with strong restrictions.

When did he start to love her? He felt too far away to understand reality.

As he thought about it, the front of his eyes became blurred. Is it the same as Charlize who was drunk?

"No, I'm not sure it's love yet."

Charlize had a cautious personality.

Later then.

"I just need to find out if it's love or not."

Quick decision.

It was Charlize who had no other purpose than to take revenge against the empire. If it has to be like this. Then he would happily walk like this.

He calmly looked at Dylan who lowered his head. Charlize suddenly opened her mouth.

He smiled slowly. And, he whispered to her.

“Yang Mulia. How busy you were when you took the throne. ”

Dylan slowly raised his head. Dylan's face became strange.

“As wishes. When you have time one day, I want to ask Your Majesty to teach me. ”

“You mean... I, Teacher?”

As if it was unexpected, Dylan said.

It was Charlize, who had always been a teacher. In terms of swordsmanship, there was no one better than Charlize in the world. It's a problem of course.

However, there were definitely areas where Dylan had outperformed Charlize.

For example, the,

"I want to learn to play the piano."

Like a piano Charlize had never played before.

If it was a piano. Inevitably, the distance must be close.

Ask about the position of the hands to play the piano correctly. He could also make excuses to touch his hands naturally.

The piano is a familiar object in Charlize and Dylan's relationship. They often communicate with the song 'Secret Hello'. All the more.

'Maybe.'

He will have a chance to measure his pulse naturally.

At that time, if Dylan's pulse felt tight. He will be able to verify if it is love.

Charlize was obviously shocked, but this was an opportunity.

If Dylan loves him.

"Yes." Yeah."

Instead of pushing her away, she smiled. Charlize's eyes folded gently. His soft voice was as smooth as the velvet of temptation.

"Teach me how to play the piano, Your Majesty."

***