The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

“I am evil.” Dorothea said.

‘Are you evil?’

‘If she was evil, yes, she was. If she was good, she couldn’t have messed with my mind like this.’

Dorothea’s words were nothing more than mockery directed at him.

“I… I want to become a saint.”

Dorothea’s words were nothing more or less a mockery towards him.

‘You want to become a saint? Are you going to leave like that?’

“Why don’t you want to live?”

She wasn’t asking why.

It was just resentment.

Ethan clenched his fist and reached out to her again.

“Take it.”

In the hand he reached out, there was a Spirit Stone.

Dorothea looked at the jewel for a moment and seemed to recognize its identity.

“It is a spirit of light stone. If this…”

Ethan stopped talking while trying to persuade Dorothea.

Dorothea’s calm eyes.

‘You know it can’t be, you smart.’

She calmly awakened him, who, like a fool, was about to hang on to any hope.

“You…You are the cruelest person in the world.”

Ethan shook his head. He couldn’t hold back the tears flowing.

“That’s why they call me a tyrant…”

Dorothea muttered to Ethan, who lowered his head.

And before he could raise his head to look her in the face again, Dorothea went up to the execution table.

The appearance of the sinner Dorothea Milanaire made people scream even louder. The sound echoed in his mind.

Everyone was criticizing Dorothea.

Ethan was upset at the sight of the nobles, who were relieved to see it, and he was disgusted.

Dorothea, who was put to death, was infinitely humble.

Not only the sins she had to bear but also the sins of others. She stood calmly.

Rather, it was Ethan who trembled in fear. His heart was pounding, and he was sweating with anxiety and fear.

His sins were on display before all. So he did not dare to see Dorothea’s execution.

“Prime Minister!”

The moment Dorothea stretched out her head to put her neck on the blade, he got up and ran.

Rejecting the opposition of other nobles and servants, he fled far and far from the execution table.

“huh…huh…ugh!”

He grabbed a roadside tree and vomited up the sins of his gluttony.

‘Is this how you felt when you faced Theon Freed’s death? Is this how you felt when you drank yourself dry?’

He knelt on the spot and sat down. His legs were so weak that he couldn’t support his body.

At that time.

“Woahh!”

A huge shout was heard in the distance, shaking the sky.

The sound of the death of the tyrant Dorothea Milanaire pounded his head.

He felt blood draining from his body. He couldn’t breathe, as if he had been executed.

But then, a beam of light spewed out from the gap between the fingers he was holding tightly.

Ethan spread his palms, startled by the dazzling light that illuminated all directions.

The Spirit Stone was shining with a much more intense light than before.

And.

“The Milanaire are all dead.”

A voice whispering in his ear.

Ethan shook his head.

Standing in front of him was a strange creature shining with an incredibly bright light.

“Are you my new Contractor?”

The being asked him, so bright he could barely make out its outline.

Ethan wondered if he was dreaming in the face of an unrealistic situation.

No, it wasn’t a dream. He might have gone crazy.

‘Maybe it’s better to be crazy like this…’

“Lux, King of the Spirit of Light, I propose a blood pact to the new Contractor.”

‘The Spirit King of Light?’

Ethan stared at the otherworldly being as if he had lost his mind.

“Will you accept my contract?”

Lux asked him.

But Ethan burst out laughing in dismay.

Lux was looking for a new Contractor after the death of the last Milanaire, Dorothea.

This was the way to announce that Dorothea Millanaire was dead.

“If that’s the case, then why didn’t you come to Dorothea Milanaire?”

Ethan asked in a frustrated voice.

‘If you’re going to come this close so easily, you’d better come to Dorothea too.’

“It was a bloody fate. Milanaire’s blood has already faded, and she is only the first Milanaire who cannot summon spirits.”

‘So, Dorothea was just born that way.’

Ethan was furious. By some ridiculous coincidence, Dorothea was doomed to a lifetime of misery.

If he could just kill that evil spirit right now, he wanted to do it.

However, Lux stood there expressionless and only looked at Ethan.

“I need a Contractor. I ask you, the owner of the Spirit Stone. Are you willing to make a contract?”

Then, regardless of Ethan’s anger, he spoke what he had to say.

“You made me…like this and expect a contract?”

Ethan raised the corners of his lips sullenly.

‘I want to crush the elemental stone into powder right now and scatter it into the blazing flames and deep abyssal sea, but you want a contract?’

He grabbed the spirit stone tightly.

Lux then opened his mouth again, facing evil golden eyes.

“Contracts are made under mutual consent. And I will pay you as much as I get.”

“Pay with what?”

“The power of the spirits.”

Ethan burst out laughing at Lux’s answer.

“I don’t need that, damn it.”

Ethan clenched his teeth in anger, a twisted resentment spilling out.

‘Dorothea had suffered so much because of that spirit’s power. It was better that such power did not exist in the world.’

Then Lux opened his mouth again.

“The first Contractor can borrow my powers only once. Milanaire borrowed my power to make the sunrise.” Lux added.

Contractors, through a contract, could not use as much power as a spirit, but the first Contractor was able to use the power of Lux only once.

But no such words could come to Ethan’s ears.

What does he do when the spirit’s power is so great? What does it mean making the great sun rise and set?

No matter how much the sun rises and sets, his sun is no longer in the world. He can’t bring her back to life…

A ray of light flashed across Ethan’s mind, who was clenched his teeth.

Ethan’s golden eyes, who was staring into the air, slowly came into focus.

“How far can a wish go…?”

“I can grant any wish related to my abilities.”

Then Ethan’s face lit up like a man who had found the answer.

“Okay, I will make a contract.”

“It’s a great choice, human.”

“Instead, revive Dorothea.”

Ethan raised his eyes and stared at Lux, who was shining brightly.

Lux radiated a bright light that he was blind, but he didn’t care.

“Dorothea? Do you speak Dorothea Milanaire?”

“Yes, the victim you killed.”

“Reviving a person is…”

“I think it’s possible.”

Suddenly, Ethan had the easy smile he’d had when he’d been manipulating people.

That smile seemed to be drenched in madness.

Lux was silent for a moment.

“The Dark Spirit killed Theon Fried. Because the Dark Spirit had the power of death.”

Ethan tried to keep smiling as he told Lux. It was the reason he had been alive until now.

“Then, on the other hand, the Spirit of Light, with the power of life and vitality, might be able to save people.”

“…”

The power of the dark spirits that had faded from generation to generation even killed Theon.

‘So there’s no way the Spirit King, who can make the sun rise, can’t save Dorothea, right?’

Theon Fried’s death was a process to give this realization.

Ethan smiled like a madman.

Lux looked at Ethan like that and slowly opened his mouth.

“The power of the Dark Spirit King, Qies does not reverse time. Death follows the passage of time. But reviving someone who is already dead is against time.”

All life must die; the progression from life to death is not the same as the progression from death to life.

“So it’s impossible?”

Ethan’s eyes gleamed in a dazzling light.

Lux said he would grant any wish, as long as it was related to his power.

Reading the madness reflected in Ethan’s eyes, Lux opened his mouth again as if he couldn’t help it.

“Okay, I’ll grant your wish.”

Lux’s answer. That short word made Ethan’s heart pound.

‘Dorothea… Dorothea will live.’

And when she comes back to life, he will present a spirit of light, slowly illuminating and enlivening her darkened heart.

“I will warn you one last time, this is against time.”

“I think it’s good.”

Ethan replied.

If Dorothea could live, he would have endured anything.

Lux smiled faintly at Ethan’s determined answer.

“It is a contract. New contractor.”

At the same time, a dazzling light enveloped him.

And when Ethan woke up again, he was in a broken wooden box in a small closet behind a dirty bar.

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And at the end, he stood here.

“How long I’ve been waiting for you, you don’t know.”

Ethan whispered with a hot breath.

Dorothea looked at him with trembling eyes.

Ethan looked at Dorothea, still staring at him. He suppressed the urge to steal her lips again.

‘The smart one and the cruel one…’

She acted as if she had just realized his sincerity. No, he thought she’d just realized it now.

Dorothea Millanaire he knew was the smartest person he’d ever met.

There’s no way she didn’t know that Ethan Bronte was in love with her. There’s no way she couldn’t have heard the truth he’s told her so many times.

But she loved Theon Fried and, at the same time, was afraid of breaking up with Ethan.

She could not completely push him away, even in the face of Ethan’s blatant sincerity.

So she closed her eyes and pretended not to know.

She was so clever that she carefully prepared an evasive strategy so she didn’t even notice herself.

‘Ethan Bronte is a greedy man. Ethan Bronte to gain status and power over me.’

She cowardly turned love into a lust for power. It was nonsense, and she knew it.

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