Escape From The Tyrant

Feast Party bag.7

The conversation with Charlize ended there.

"The winner's name is Lize."

Kahu finally realized.

The winner of the swordsmanship competition was someone like Charlize.

No, Charlize had no intention of cheating in the first place.

It's just a flashy name.

'Lize?'

Isn't that Lize from Char'lize'?

Why didn't he realize it? Kahu was stunned when he noticed it.

After realizing it, for him the truth was so clear and laughable.

'At that moment, Charlize was undercover.'

As he still vaguely remembered, Lize was brunettes.

Unlike before he returned to the past, the reason why he participated and won was probably to make a plea to the emperor.

What desire are you making? Does Dylan know?

Lize got all the attention of the Knights after winning. Despite numerous job offers, he is notorious for disappearing completely.

'If Lize is Charlize, then everything fits.'

He would not feel the need to live as Lize.

Kahu's breathing trembled as he recalled his incredible skills. All of the swordsmen kneeled down and he stood as the victor with outstanding skills.

Since he had a lot of thoughts, he rode a carriage instead of a horse. All the way back to the mansion, inside the carriage, Kahu is immersed in his world.

The memories before him returned the past and the scenery seen through the window were mixed.

What is real, what is fake. Now he knows.

However,

Only one thing is confusing.

'...Are you good or bad?'

If this empire was headed for destruction, it was Charlize's will. However, Kahu also saw Charlize in front of the children.

Charlize, who had always been charismatic to the point that all the other nobles were shocked, was always kind and gentle in the orphanage.

Charlize's sincere.

The laughter of happy children is real. If so, was Charlize a good person? Or the bad guy? It was the first confusion that could not be defined in one way.

The train arrives soon.

"Master. I've prepared the costumes for the opera. ”

When Kahu arrived at the mansion, said the butler.

It was only then that Kahu remembered the promise with his family at night.

Kahu nodded and entered the room.

The butler was waiting for him. Kahu changed his clothes indifferently.

The duchess's voice rang out from the door, followed by a brief knock.

"You know, are you ready?"

“Wait a minute, mom.”

"OKAY. We'll wait at the entrance, so get off slowly.”

Her mother, the Duchess, had a cheerful voice.

"Yes." Yeah."

Kahu thought while answering.

'Before he returned to the past, he was the people of the 13th Prince.'

Although his mother subconsciously had a gloomy atmosphere.

The future disappears as the 13th prince lives in the light without being hidden. Thanks to this, he became a limited person rather than in the future.

It was also her mother who suggested opera to build memories with her family.

Kahu, dressed formally, checked his clothes in the mirror.

That's not bad.

Only after he grabbed the handle to open the door did a thought cross his mind.

'Charlize in this life has seen me for the first time.'

In the swordsmanship competition, for 15-year-old Charlize, it was definitely the first meeting with Kahu.

It is true that there has been talk of engagement since childhood, but the marriage failed because she became the prince's teacher and submitted an application to get off the family members list.

It is true that there should be no feeling. And actually, Charlize was a beautiful and dreamy person at first glance, but very cold and rational.

'Is it true that Charlize's sword stopped like that?'

In the fight with Kahu, Charlize's sword trajectory was slightly shaken for a while.

It means it's clear.

Charlize recognized Kahu. That's vivid. He couldn't possibly make such a mistake if only in this life. So, Kahu sure.

'Future.'

Charlize too

He went through the future once.

He stopped breathing. Vibration spread throughout his body. Kahu's hand, which grabbed his grip, had a brutal force.

***

Charlize remained in place during the founding ceremony.

As the number of participating nobles reached the hundreds, many donations were given to orphanages.

[I will run the orphanage responsibly with my honor, Grandmaster.]

Count Hart said in fear of Charlize.

He was surprised even though he thought it was natural Charlize had the power to move emperors.

Charlize did not forget to visit her teacher and had him pay special attention to Gold.

[Gold doesn't seem to fit in with his friends.]

[Geez, yes, yes, grandmaster. I will do my best.]

Bending 90 degrees, the teacher made a firm promise to Charlize.

He said he'd make Gold hang out with his friends.

Returning to the Imperial Palace, Charlize had a simple dinner with Dylan.

Originally, it was etiquette for the imperial family and teachers to share rooms and dine together.

After all the work was done, Charlize entered the lilac room.

When he was alone, his tension diminished. Fatigue strikes. She's tired.

But was that a reaction that reminded him of Kiera? It seems like he couldn't sleep well today.

Charlize looked at the piano in the purple room and thought of Dylan.

"Sister, you smell like a fairy."

Gold's words lit his silver eyes.

'God.'

Charlize raised her palm and kissed him. Maybe that's because it's his body. It doesn't smell anything.

"I have to ask the fairy myself."

The vase, which is decorated with different flowers every day, is still placed on the window sill.

Charlize approached the vase in the dark.

'It appears mainly in flowers.'

Elves could not be arranged and would appear whenever they wanted.

As Charlize approached the flower, there was no fairy this time.

Because Charlize never called fairies. He hesitated and tried to speak.

"River. Can you come out?”

It was quiet for a while.

The flower in the vase is a red rose.

Can't she call a fairy like this? As Charlize thought about it, a fairy emerged from the bud with her face sticking out.

And his friends showed up.

The fairies clapped.

Charlize happily extended her hand. The little elf sat on his fingers. It tickled his skin.

“...I want to ask you something.”

When Charlize started to speak carefully, the fairies smiled brightly.

Unlocking mana without limits. The fairies were very happy.

Looking at the full elf, Charlize asked. In the darkness, the fairies shone more daydreamingly.

“Someone said I smelled like a fairy. Is that true?”

Peri immediately confirmed.

The fairies responded with a laugh.

"So that's right."

Maybe he can't kiss himself.

Charlize, who was thinking, suddenly wondered. Come to think. Why did the fairy help him?

'Because I have a blood relationship with fairies.'

Why would they do that to Charlize, who only had mixed blood in her?

It's not right to say that just by giving mana to hungry ghosts. Even when Charlize did not use mana, the fairies would give her some help.

"Then let me ask you one more question."

The fairies smiled sweetly as if they were acting funny.

“Why are you guys so good to me?”

However, in front of this question from Charlize, the elves also looked embarrassed.

His voice sounded like he was going to cry. Charlize was puzzled by the unexpected sight she saw for the first time.

'Did you say Ehyrit?'

This was the first time he had seen someone summon a God with the name of honor.

The elves immediately flew around in a random manner, probably to distract Charlize.

Charlize followed the elf who wandered around the lilac room with her eyes.

Thanks for saying that, but…

What Charlize wanted to hear was more specific information. Why are they so kind to Charlize?

But the elf didn't seem to want to talk so easily.

“What is hard to say?”

The fairies did not answer, they were just talking about something else.

The fairies suggested it first. Even though he wanted to sleep comfortably.

Charlize looked at the fairy calmly. They drew the line for the first time. Creatures who are always eager to do whatever they want.

"I have to investigate this myself."

He gave up asking more questions.

Without forcing the fairies to answer, Charlize nodded softly.

“...If I can sleep comfortably, it's okay.”

The fairies finally smiled in relief. Waiting silently, Charlize lay on the bed.

The fairies approached Charlize with their shining transparent wings. Slowly dripping a strange powder by his bedside.

fairy powder?

He had no time to ask.

Right after, fatigue ran through his body like a wave. All his energy was gone and his mind was blank.

There's a sweet smell. His eyes closed on themselves. He felt like he was being sucked. Helpless somewhere. Fall and fall.

Shortly thereafter Charlize fell asleep.

***

It was a dream.

At the same time, it was a memory before returning to the past.

Charlize did not know when she regained consciousness. Since no one remembered the beginning of his dream, when he opened his eyes, the situation was already open.

'Kiera.'

This feeling.

A feeling that will never be forgotten.

Charlize now, in her dream, became a magic sword. He intuitively realized the background of his dream.

'On the day the new emperor was crowned.'

The 5th prince, who was the only one to attend the funeral of Dylan's mother, the 7th concubine.

It was the day that he inherited the throne as the second generation after the death of Dietrich I.

Charlize, the 'Kiera', is on the throne. He was confused by his reflection on the clean glass floor.

A beautiful silver sword. Get to the handle with a sapphire that everyone admires.

'Is it because it's fairy powder?'

That's too obvious.

His heart started beating like it was about to explode. Someone was walking towards the throne where he was. It was a familiar silhouette.

Because,

'Ran.'

Because it's Dilan.

Before time spun back, Dylan was only the 13th Prince. The imperial family who lived a quiet life without revealing his presence.

It was strange to see him a little older than Dylan at this moment. His face was slightly older than Charlize's.

'This.'

That must be his memory.

Before time turned back, Dylan had visited Kiera.

Facing 'Kiera', Dylan slowly approached. He stepped up the stairs to the top of the throne.

He was overwhelmed with a sense of distress that could not be explained with words. He feels distant. He's feeling dizzy. Why did he forget this memory?

Dylan saw himself as a 'Kiera' with a strange face.

The silence was brief.

[I want to have it.]

Dylan's lips slowly bent. A gentle smile was very different from that of the royal family.

[You.]

'Kiera' has no freedom.

His hand grabbed 'Kiera'.

***