Escape From The Tyrant

Being the Perfect Tyrant Bag.2

When she first met Charlize, Mary was confused.

"I heard a widespread rumor that she was a bad woman."

Why did he become the prince's teacher?

He was wary because he did not know what he was thinking. Therefore, the rumors from the public about Charlize were evil women.

But it didn't take long for Mary to become ashamed of her thoughts, judging from what others said.

This was the first time in his life that someone gave such warm attention to a servant.

It was difficult to approach her, but she was a very sweet and friendly person.

"Is this the scent you're making?"

"Yes, that's a bad skill, but ..."

"You, you're a genius."

She only had a hobby of making perfumes, but Charlize was the first to praise Mary for her ability.

He thought he was good at it, but no one noticed his scent. Even though he paid close attention to his sense of smell, he was disappointed and desperate.

But Charlize said no.

"That's natural talent."

As if engraved with a soft voice.

He said it repeatedly.

First confession.

To Mary, the world is a scent.

There were several times when sight and scent mixed, and the smell was visible as color.

Fortunately, not all the time, but sometimes in very intense moments, the scent appears as a color.

For example, the smell of grass chirping in the warm spring sun is blue. The cold scent that flowed in the air during the first snow was gray due to the heat.

And when he saw Charlize, he witnessed her scent as a color. Very plainly.

"It's white."

The colour.

It was transparent and white at the same time.

It was very intense. He only got the impression that he was so pure that it couldn't make sense. It has a very fragrant aroma. It even feels divine.

A color that is drawn to the depths without power and can never escape.

A color that will affect the hearts of people.

She's surprised.

She's daydreaming like a fairy.

The floating red fragrance was very little like powder resembling the color of blood and dizzying.

A scent that seemed to have spread gently wrapped around Charlize's body.

“You will definitely succeed in making perfume.”

"How can I be a servant ..."

It was a secret that could not be revealed to anyone, so he kept it to himself.

But Charlize, as if she had read Mary's mind. It says.

“If you don't believe me, trust me. Trust my eyes.”

A soft voice. She's very nice and sweet.

That beautiful look is unrealistic. All of his aura and aroma were not felt in front of Charlize.

The large, fragile-looking eyes were wet with water, and the delicate hands of the young noblewoman had no calluses. The features on the small face were like soft scented candles.

"The fragile person."

Seeing such a person, she was ashamed of herself for only listening to the ridiculous rumors that she was a bad woman.

Then it was one day.

"Why are you crying?"

An imperial knight foolishly insulted Mary because her parents were florists.

She did not mean to cry, but tears had already piled up in her eyes.

Charlize hugged him and asked him kindly, and he spilled it as it was.

"This, it's not a big deal ... But the knights ..."

Maria sad.

Because of her emotional personality, she was injured more than the others, but she was not good at resisting. Mary used to be targeted more than anyone else, saying it was fun to tease her.

Mary cried but explained the whole story clearly.

"Good work."

He did a good job explaining it.

"Do you want me to scold him?" ask Charlize.

It was a bright smile.

It was a sly smile.

Mary shook her head in embarrassment, with eyes often telling her she resembled a puppy.

“You don't have to do that. The knight is really scary..he is tall, and in any case he is very strong.

"He insulted my servant, shouldn't I act?"

Charlize was sweet to the end.

However, when Charlize found a knight and trapped him in battle, she looked different.

Charlize, who stood in battle with a fresh look.

The sword science that unfolds after that.

'Outside the human level.'

It was an unparalleled sword science.

After that, Mary had never seen such swordsmanship.

It's unbelievable. That was amazing. After the battle, no one dared to touch Mary.

He could not close his mouth just by looking at Charlize's swordsmanship.

At the end of the battle, there was a death-like silence from the knights who witnessed, and the ****** was barely spoken of.

Mary never forgets.

Even the Shadows who came to be called elites among the elites were embarrassed to compare his swordsmanship skills with Charlize.

But what caught Mary's attention wasn't Charlize when she showed off her overwhelming presence. Sometimes Charlize.

Once, Charlize was sitting by the window, staring at a book boredly. He remembered the title of the book 'Why Should We Praise the Great Kingdom'.

His cold eyes were different from his sword-wielding appearance, so he was suffocating. It's like a different person.

'Maybe this is a real grandmaster.'

A strange thought flashed through his mind.

Even though he had just read a book, he was so overwhelmed by Charlize's atmosphere that he couldn't even speak.

He stood there as if fixated, staring at Charlize.

Charlize smiled as their eyes met. A smile that approached the reflex reaction.

If the laughter of the day was only soft and sarcastic.

If her smile today was soft and bright. The current smile is.

He was sucked in as if he was bewitched by the same woman. Seductions. Fatal. And…

'Death.'

It was a suffocating smile that he did not know how to describe with words.

After Charlize became a grandmaster.

The nobles became afraid of Charlize, but Mary was more afraid of Charlize's boredom, than her charismatic and cold-hearted appearance.

'What is real?'

Three years have passed.

***

In fact, Mary was always afraid of Dylan. It was because of Mary's secret ability.

It was because the scent of Dylan, which Mary had witnessed, turned out to be very dark.

'It's creepy black.'

Defiled. It was a striking scent, reminiscent of a demon.

'One day, when the Duke and His Majesty had a private meeting.'

To serve tea, he once went to a room where a meeting was taking place.

Back then, the atmosphere of Kahu and Dylan was unusual. Most importantly, Dylan's scent was the darkest and darkest Mary had ever seen.

He was afraid of the endless darkness.

“Deal is a proposal that can only be made in an equivalent position. Kahu.”

The gazes of Kahu and Dylan collided as if there was an explosive sound in the air.

The cold and low atmosphere made his entire body shudder.

As she intervened in the middle, Mary felt her body being torn apart.

“Your Majesty will not regret it either. Isn't it already destroyed when it will fall?”

“...What is your actual destination?”

"It's like Your Majesty."

It was a threatening sight.

Kahu and Dylan not only raised their swords, but glared at each other as if it was a battle risking the lives of the knights.

'At that time, perhaps, about the grandmaster ...'

He can see it.

Two strong people were talking about Charlize who disappeared.

Just being there made Mary feel suffocated.

Mary poured tea on the two of them with trembling hands. However, his head was already empty, and his body was weighed down by the heavy air out of control.

Dylan raised his teacup and spoke calmly.

"You want to die?"

“How can a God die? Leaving the kingdom of the wise king alone.”

There was even the illusion of hearing the tension being torn apart.

However, the tense atmosphere was as if a lie, and soon after, the emperor smiled insipidly.

At a glance, the freshness of the boy in the past was reflected in the calmness of the emperor who was soon recovering.

“…”

“I'll step back now.”

More than that, the decision was an abuse of trust.

Mary lowered her head and stepped back.

Watching the moment of the private meeting, Mary knew nothing. He only realized one thing.

"I think I know why the grandmaster left."

That's profane, but it is.

Actually, Maria. When he saw Charlize and Dylan together in the past. He used to have a terrible sense of incongruity.

'It looks like the grandmaster is being bullied by the emperor.'

Charlize's holy white fragrance mixed with Dylan's black scent. Then, it got to the point where he didn't even realize what Charlize really was. He's very colorful.

Mary,

He felt as if the grandmaster was being eaten and possessed by the emperor.

Of course, Charlize was always in front of Dylan on the surface.

Even now, Dylan was desperately looking for Charlize, who had left. All historians and nobles supported Dylan as a wise king.

A capable emperor who unified the continent into one less than two years after the war began. The voice of an ardent scholar was routine, saying that there was no precedent for such a revival in the history of the Empire's founding.

It was an era of peace no matter what people said, and it was an indisputable period of imperial glory. The presence of Charlize, who raised a genius wise king, grew day by day even though she was not around.

But Maria was afraid.

Because he had senses that were much more sensitive than ordinary people. The unknown unconscious kept whispering.

That's hazardous. It diverges.

"Mary, this servant, answered the call requested by His Majesty."

Dylan is in the grave of the 7th Concubine.

The steps towards the emperor were terrifying. Mary trembled politely.

Her cold face was as natural as the real thing.

When Charlize was there, she was gentle and friendly as if she was exposed to the warm spring breeze.

Traces that can no longer be found.

Dylan, who was stroking the flowers on the burial mound, glanced at Mary.

"Don't you want to see Charlize?"

It was a long ending, but it was Your Majesty's question.

Maria held her breath.

Actually more than Charlize, she was afraid of Dylan. Because the smell cannot be removed.

It is the kingdom of the wise king that unites the continent. He's a handsome guy who makes people's hearts pound automatically.

His whole body just stiffened.

“Of course. Is there anyone in the royal family who doesn't miss the grandmaster? Your Excellency.”

Mary felt her sense of smell would be shattered by the black scent, but she managed to hold it in.

She's afraid.

Even though he was facing a wise king, he was instinctively afraid.

Fortunately, perhaps it was a heartwarming answer, Dylan smiled briefly. He still has a beautiful appearance that seems charming.

"Do you like witches?"

"Yes? Yep. Your Eminence.”.

After getting caught up in the affirmation, Mary slowly raised her head.

Dylan just smiled gently. Mary seems to understand the psychology of those who obey their rulers.

Then he asked, as if possessed.

"But why witch ..."

When Charlize was there, she was detained, but when the grandmaster left. Dylan showed a clear presence.

What Charlize wanted to see was the truth.

“It's time to bring Master back.”

In an unusual voice, the emperor stood up as if the wait had ended.

Maria confused. If he wants to take her, can he take her?

But he was afraid to ask and bow his head.

dylan's orders.

Mary listened stiffly.

***

3 Years have passed.

The Death Knight Alperier.

Charlize raised her head.

***