I Tamed a Tyrant and Ran Away-Chapter 68

She didn’t even think about it. But looking through her head, this is what happened.

Stiffened with shock, she looked at Dylan in her dream. It was a dream, but it was as vivid as reality maybe because of the fairy powder.

<…Save me.>

Please save me, as ‘Kiera’ said.

But the words of ‘Kiera’ were heard only by the emperor who inherited the throne.

Dylan, a member of the royal family, did not understand. Dylan’s hand, which was just reaching out, stopped in the air.

[You.]

He has seen many people who were fascinated by ‘Kiera’. They go crazy somehow. Or fall down with evil.

The fascinated ones have always had a bad ending.

But Dylan soon regained his sanity, as if the shaking was just a moment.

There was a serene calm in Dylan’s eyes. He put his hands down with a clear face and said.

[So that’s why you’re a magic sword.]

As ‘Kiera’, she watched Dylan’s soft smile fade away.

Dylan easily gave up his lingering attachment and turned around without even looking at her.

It was shocking. She thought it was irresistible to be fascinated by the magic sword. But Dylan overcame it.

‘It was already completed.’

The scene of Dylan walking down the stairs and going outside. She had to witness it again vividly with a dream-repeated memory.

The dream ended there.

Charlize fell into a quagmire of sleep.

When she woke up in the morning, Charlize was dazed for a long time.

The busy maids brought the bowl of water for washing. They pull up the curtains to greet the bright sunshine.

The white winter scenery unfolds through the window. Warm steam was rising from the bowl of water on the bed.

“Good morning, grandmaster.”

Charlize reached out and washed her face as usual. When she finished washing her face, the maid, who was waiting, delivered a soft towel.

Wiping off the water, Charlize thought of her dream last night.

The memory of meeting Dylan as ‘Kiera’.

She became curious about the existence of fairies that she had never deeply questioned.

‘How far are the capabilities of the fairies?’

Dylan did not regress.

It was just a realization. Charlize is the only one who has returned. It’s not a perfect memory, but Kahu too.

‘Kahu’s memory is not perfect, although it’s hard to be sure.’

He was a regressor.

The maids brought a dress to Charlize who had just washed herself. Air ventilated by an open window. Breathe out and breathe in again. Every act of dressing and moving as a human being.

There were times when it wasn’t natural.

Throughout the attendance, her thoughts were focused on Dylan, whom she had seen in her dream.

“Grandmaster, His Majesty is waiting for you.”

From the day she became Dylan’s teacher, she had breakfast with him almost every day.

Charlize went to the table where the meal was served under the guidance of the maids.

She realized that Dylan’s position has changed again. When he was the 13th Prince before the installation of the Crown Prince. It was a terrible meal to eat together. But for Dylan, who became the Emperor, the meal was a luxurious dinner.

“Good morning, Master.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. It’s a fresh morning.”

Carrying the usual greeting, Charlize sat down.

Maybe it’s because she’s still immersed in the afterglow of dreams. The sensation of being a sword remained in her body. She doesn’t want to go through it again.

So for perfect revenge, she tried to control Dylan’s feelings.

‘I don’t know about Dylan. I may have guessed, but it’s hard to fully understand him.’

Charlize thought, putting food in her mouth that she didn’t even know what it tasted like.

She faced Dylan, who was always dressed neatly.

Anyway, there was one thing for sure. Dylan was a man who could do anything for his purposes. If so,

‘Even if I think of love, I might have already seen through it.’

It suddenly occurred to her. Rather, Dylan is not showing a gap because he’s conscious of her.

Only if Charlize stops thinking at all can she achieve her goal.

‘Then, let’s not think about it.’

Charlize has recently decided to stop paying attention to Dylan.

Dylan put the salad in his mouth peacefully. Charlize followed and shoved the meat into her mouth.

“The renovation of the Imperial Palace is almost complete, Master.”

“Yes.”

“It’s almost time for the official recognition of distinguished service to end.”

Charlize always shared the situation with Dylan every morning. They continued to exchange opinions with political stories. The topic of conversation was endless.

“Ah, if Master tells me at any time. Preparations for the title of nobility are already finished.”

“If it’s a title.”

“Once the expulsion process for Ronan is complete.”

Dylan suddenly smiled.

“Wouldn’t Master need a new surname?”

A new surname.

‘Ahh.’

She’s not Ronan. Charlize will be called a new surname instead of ‘Charlize Ronan’.

“I understand that the application for expulsion has not been accepted yet.”

“The format doesn’t matter anyway. The new emperor commands, so who dares to not listen to him?”

They both knew that there was no one to oppose him.

The nobles called Charlize the grandmaster, and they were also careful to call her surname Ronan.

“Are you planning on giving me a formal title, Your Majesty?”

Dylan didn’t answer, but she could tell it was a yes.

Charlize would have a surname, title, and even her own estate.

“To what extent are you thinking about the title?”

“Well…”

Dylan said.

“It’s more than a duke maybe?”

Because she really didn’t think of this. Charlize was surprised.

Even in one country. The highest rank among high-ranking officials, such as the Duke or Grand Duke. It was so rare that at least two or three, or at most four, were the limit.

At present, the Grand Duke of Ronan, the Duke of Delmon, and the Duke of Kenin were all three.

“Can I take the Duke down on me?”

Charlize still taught Dylan everything he needed to know as an emperor.

In this case, Charlize was a Marquis. Because it’s high enough.

‘Is this a sense of incompatibility?’

Unlike Dylan before.

Dylan was thorough before, but Charlize was the only exception to Dylan today.

He wants to destroy the empire according to Charlize’s will, and he wants to give her the title of duke, even though he will only suffer losses.

“…I don’t really need it, Your Majesty.”

“Is that so?”

Dylan also knew it, but he brought it up just in case.

‘Master does not accept it either.’

In Dylan’s view, Charlize had a tendency not to receive anything about this empire.

‘It does not matter. I’ll destroy it anyway.’

Dylan just had a wish.

When the place gets messed up like flipping the chessboard, he leaves with Charlize.

‘I want to live, together.’

Dylan has been thinking about the 7th concubine’s will and Charlize for the past few years. The content of the will.

‘She said to live freely and do what I want to do.’

He meant to spread her will. Dylan’s mother, the 7th concubine, knew about Dylan’s talent.

The 7th concubine herself was extraordinary. Because she was the first person to recognize Dylan’s talent.

Suddenly, Dylan started talking.

“When I was little, my mother once told me this.”

“…What is it?”

“One day, someone will recognize me. The day will come when it will be desperately needed.”

The 7th concubine was worthy of being called a genius in society, even if not as much as Dylan.

By the time Dylan was seven years old, the 7th concubine personally taught him all the knowledge.

From politics, economics, etiquette, astronomy, and literature.

Charlize suggested slowly.

“It’s been a while. Shall we go and greet her?”

Because he was working non-stop. Unless it was the anniversary of her death, he didn’t visit the grave of the 7th concubine.

Now that Dylan became emperor, the 7th concubine was revered as the Empress Dowager after her death.

Naturally, a separate memorial room was prepared for her in the newly built imperial house.

“It would be right to call her Empress Dowager from now on.”

“Do whatever you feel comfortable with.”

They arrived at the memorial room shortly.

“May you reach Ehyrit in peace.”

So first, Charlize gathered her hands and prayed.

Dylan, who was looking at Charlize’s side, was also lost in thought.

‘Mother.’

According to her will, Dylan excelled in many fields and was able to shine as an impeccable genius. In the past, she might have hoped for it.

The 7th concubine was forced into the emperor’s arms and locked up in the palace with Dylan. But she was a person who looked at the world very beautifully.

Numerous studies and songs of the world. Knowledge. Someone who loved many things.

Because of that influence, Dylan had to live quietly in an underprivileged place. He thought he would have done something to improve the world.

‘I’m probably from an underprivileged place. But I have excelled in different fields, just like everyone else.’

Only after he died that his identity was revealed.

‘But mother. I can’t do that.’

The 7th concubine recognized Dylan’s talent, but Charlize ‘understood’ Dylan’s sympathy because she was the same genius.

And now, Charlize is Dylan’s world.

‘Master.’

The world reflected in Charlize’s eyes had light and darkness. Charlize is kind to children and the weak, but she sees the imperial family and this empire as darkness.

In a way, it contrasted with the 7th concubine. Charlize did not love the world. At first glance, he knew that the world Charlize saw was darker and more bloody than what Dylan saw.

‘If Master wants it, I will destroy this world.’

When he found out that what he thought was black food actually made from solid blood. Once blackened, Dylan realized that he could never return to the light again.

‘I will not obey my mother’s will.’

In fact, Dylan had already erased the shadow of the 7th concubine.

Only Charlize was perfect.

Dylan only followed her will. If he had done what she wanted, he would have already had Charlize long ago.

Charlize is also a genius, so there is little chance of that. But he would have had it somehow by tying it up.

‘But you will stay by my side, so I will endure it for now.’

When he looked at Charlize, he used to feel like a beast rather than a human. Wanting to mix warmth and sexual depravity and be together on the mud.

Is it because he’s a feisty young man? No, because it was Charlize.

Dylan looked down, hiding his possessiveness.

It was a political science class.

It’s been a while since they had a class indoors. Charlize was laid back.

Besides, this time it was a short thesis test. After giving the test, Charlize was watching Dylan.

“I want you, you.”

The words Dylan said to her in her dream, who was ‘Kiera’, instantly overlapped.

Although it was a past that was erased, which he could never remember.

Dylan looked down at the test paper with a serious face to see if the test was interesting.

Charlize’s lips suddenly moved at will.

“Your Majesty.”

“…Yes?”

“Do you want me?”

He lost his concentration. Dylan took his eye off the test paper. The emperor raised his head.

“What do you…”

Dylan, who was speaking, kept his mouth shut.

“If you could own me.”

Charlize said, facing Dylan. It was an instant that the tension oozed from the gazes entangled in the air.

The air tightened as if it were being squeezed.

Charlize asked casually.

“Will you have it?”