Escape From The Tyrant

One Night With The Tyrant Bag.3

"…Teacher?"

"Oh."

Is Charlize too quiet? thought Dylan slowly.

Dylan looked at Charlize's expression and took the necklace out of the box. Since she wasn't wearing any other jewelry today, Charlize's nape was white.

“I'll put it on you. Please look back for a moment. ”

Charlize listened quietly. She pulled her own hair. Late, the tip of his ear turned red.

Dylan's fingers traced Charlize's skin. Perhaps because it was the weakest part of the neck, it was too sensual.

Although Dylan gave her the necklace the other day. He noticed it once and his breath shook.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

Charlize lowered her hair. The waiter, who was standing beside him, calmly received the empty box.

Dylan naturally took Charlize's hand. He tightened his fingers tightly as if they were intertwined with heat.

He had never thought deeply about living in the same building as Dylan. However, it was strange to enter the Emperor Palace by holding hands like that.

After all, they live together.

"Teacher."

"…Yes.Yes."

“Because we finished work early, why don't we rest and meet again in the evening?”

Dylan had suggested in a low voice. Her ears were itching for no reason.

“Actually, there's an ice garden I prepared for you. They say that it is the most beautiful thing to see with lights at night.”

In what spirit did he nod his head?

"I like it, Your Majesty."

When he regained consciousness, Charlize returned to the purple room.

She's dazed.

Only then did he realize that he met Dylan again at night. But with his heart beating like this…

"Grandmaster, I brought some clothes to change."

"Wait a minute. I want to be alone."

At Charlize's rare expression, the maid was startled but immediately retreated.

His mind is quite complicated.

Charlize closed her eyes.

***

"Hello, Prince."

When I first saw Dylan. He was a boy reading a book. Inorganic eyes seem to have no interest in the world.

But Charlize felt a deep homogeneity at this moment. It was an indescribable feeling for him. Looking back, it was clear.

He's very happy to see it.

“Nice to meet you, Prince.”

"It's nice to meet you too."

At that moment, each other's hands were entangled in the air. For two years after returning to the past, he did not visit the Grand Duchy and did mana training with Dylan.

That's why he thought he was happy to see Dylan as soon as he saw him. No. gabe. It's not a simple feeling.

"Maybe since the first time I met the boy."

The young prince kept his eyes on her. A boy who soon loses his 7th concubine and gets alone in the world. He resonated with his soul without speaking in front of the predicted solitude.

'...I might be interested in this boy.'

Not because he was used to being influenced by Dylan, but Charlize herself.

Even at the time Dylan was perfect in his hands and he didn't need to get any better. Charlize lives too close to Dylan. He doesn't keep his distance.

Assuming that Dylan's contact or gaze was a different man, he became more convinced.

"If it's another man, I feel uncomfortable."

Loop your arms around your waist, hold hands, touch your lips with your fingers. Facing a gaze looking like into the abyss.

Reaching out her bare feet to bathe her, and the back of her hand touched her cheek.

He loved the softness of the eyes entangled in silence. Neither his possessive nature nor the desires of an impatient man. He doesn't hate her.

Sexual tension in the air. He knows but doesn't spread it.

Suddenly, he had the impression that Dylan was waiting for him. If the emperor was a genius, he would know his feelings first before Charlize realized it.

But she said she gave him time and waited until he found time to look back on himself.

'To get revenge.'

He is aware of the feeling of love. Kahu's approach was also rejected for that reason.

He did not want to have a soft feeling like love. Because he did not want to miss the tension to take revenge for a moment.

But it's just the thought that she doesn't know Dylan's love, which she didn't know before and after.

"Dylan, you."

Even if he takes revenge. Even if he uses her. Even on the verge of collapse. He said it doesn't matter to everyone.

Just to see Dylan as a man. He just asked.

He only wanted that one person, Dylan, to be seen as a man. He just asked.

"He'll be happy to help me."

"You're willing to help me."

If she loved him so much, she would pull him off. Because he was the one who asked her to fall to hell together.

And…

He will not turn away again.

The words of courtship swirled in his mind. Various descriptions and details about a person who is in love.

It was the same as Charlize today.

He immersed himself in Dylan, contemplated the moments they spent together, and gave meaning to him.

Shortly after meeting Kahu, he rejected the proposal of the young nobles.

Kahu asks Charlize not to be with Dylan. Wh why?

There is no reason to follow those words.

He was once close to marrying Kahu, so at some point, he felt affection towards Kahu.

However, when Kahu confesses his feelings, it becomes a situation where he has to choose between the two. Charlize left Kahu without regret. He chose Dylan.

After all, it was Charlize's feeling.

"I'm still going to run for revenge."

Despite that.

"I'll call you Master."

If he was the one who respected her from the start.

If he is the first positive person in his life. What difference does it make if love is mixed in the meantime? He was the one who wanted revenge with her.

"But we still need to check it out."

***

There are many ice sculptures in the ice garden. As Dylan said, things that might be ordinary during the day glittered brilliantly when illuminated.

“...It's beautiful, Your Highness.”

He really meant it. The admiration flows on its own.

The ice garden was a bit far from the Imperial Palace. Because they had to pass through the snow-covered fields in the middle.

Charlize extended her fingertips to the ice that carved out the actual castle in detail. His fingertips hurt, but he could hold them.

It was perfect to call it a work of art, as if it had devoted its life to detail. It was a statue that realistically depicted the beautiful and majestic structure of the castle.

Springing lights.

The lighting that illuminates the transparent ice crystal is very beautiful.

"Will everything melt after winter?"

Dylan replied, as if there was regret in Charlize's voice.

"I'll put conservation magic on it so it won't melt forever."

Charlize stared at Dylan's down-to-earth response.

“Everything has an end, so it's beautiful. Too bad, but I don't want that much, Your Majesty.”

“...As far as I know, I never learned the end from Guru.”

Dylan's face hardened.

Back then, the red light made Dylan's cheeks hot.

Dylan's eyes, which were filled with obsession, were dangerous. The muscles in the cheeks harden finely. Dylan held back.

All the pictures that passed in front of his eyes were colorful. A piece of rose on a clean white bed sheet. If Charlize wasn't stronger than Dylan.

'I've been.'

Except Charlize, the strongest and most genius human in the world. There was no denying it was Dylan. He was raised by Charlize, but that was also the essence of Dylan himself.

He had a face that twisted his wrist and wanted to drink his blood. He had the look of coveting a woman.

"Your Majesty."

Charlize let go of her lips as if she had been bewitched.

"What did you think when you first saw me?"

Is it because the remnants of the feeling are immersed in memories?

Dylan's change was more striking. Dylan is no longer a man. He is not an ambiguity that stands at the boundary between boys and adults.

He is not a prince or crown prince.

He fed the Emperor a piece of Ehyrit. He was an emperor and a tyrant who took power after annihilating the royal family.

It was not revealed to everyone, but he could not help but know that it was Charlize's intention.

Often Charlize felt that Dylan was imitating human emotions. At this moment, he was experiencing something. He tilted his head, pretending nothing was wrong.

"Do you want an honest answer, or."

Dylan's lips are red.

"Do you want a pleasant answer?"

Does that mean the two answers are different? Charlize frowned gently.

"Can't we listen to both?"

"Charlize."

Charlize looked at Dylan in silence.

“How about doing it like this? If you give me the answer to dating me, I'll give you both the answers" Dylan said.

“…”

Somewhere, he's numb.

Dylan smiled briefly, as if not expecting much from Charlize's silence.

After that, while walking through the ice garden, they occasionally chatted. These are words that only appear on the surface.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“I'm also having fun.”

Because after all they had to return to the same Imperial Palace, Dylan and Charlize walked together.

Footprints began to be carved in the snowy field, which had to be passed through. Charlize looked at the hand holding Dylan's hand. And he raised his head again. The boundary between the night sky and Dylan's black hair was unclear.

The servants stood far away, afraid that they would dare to interfere.

Suddenly Charlize stopped walking. That's because the shoelaces of the new shoes came off.

"…I'll tie it to you."

The moment he discovered this, Dylan immediately knelt down to face Charlize.

The emperor's knees were precious. He was a heavenly ruler who dared not be bent by anyone and was known to have been chosen by heaven.

But Dylan bent down to tie the knot on Charlize's shoelaces.

Dylan's whites were a stark contrast, probably because of his black hair. The sound of impulsive desire became even stronger at this moment.

Is there a reason not to check?

Charlize extended her hand. And he raised Dylan's chin without a sound.

Dylan's expression was strange. He did not understand the situation a little and seemed empty.

“... Dylan.”

Charlize called out Dylan's name, and soon after, she bowed. He's down to Dylan's eye level.

He didn't close his eyes. Because he wants to see his face. He had just kissed the emperor's helpless lips.

It's just touching.

But. That'sthat's all. The whole world is running. It was extremely soft, and he was blinded by the alluring fragrance emanating from it. That's ticklish.

Charlize took it off again.

“…”

Dylan stopped and looked at Charlize. He never once denied Charlize. He never pushed Charlize away for a second.

Now either. It's same.

'Again.'

As if to be branded, Charlize pressed her lips against Dylan's lips again.

It was as if incomplete pieces with cracks interlocked perfectly. It was so warm. It's thumping. That's very interesting. It felt like only Dylan and Charlize were the only colors in the black and white world.

It was their first kiss.

Tickling like a feather, hot kiss.

Ahhhhh.

Only then did Charlize truly realize it.

'I love you.'

ME, ME,

Ye.

The thought did not last long.

The next moment, Dylan's palm wrapped around Charlize's neck.

As if this wasn't enough. It was a hand that contained a clear desire.

***