The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

“When I didn’t know anything, I only thought that spirits were good.”

 

Theon shook off the heavy energy and spoke lightly.

 

‘When I was a child, I dreamed of becoming a spirit master, and I was amazed at the stories of spirits that the ancestors of the Fried had dealt with.’

 

Raymond then nodded as if he agreed with Theon.

 

“Right. It was amazing and good the first time my spirit awakened.”

 

It wasn’t difficult or dangerous to control his spirits as Theon’s, but he knew well that the spirits weren’t just good.

 

When he finally managed to summon the fireflies, Raymond’s life changed in an instant.

 

‘There were many times when I thought about how much I hated spirits when I took the crown prince’s class, and if I had known this I would rather have hidden my awakening.’

 

‘Maybe because Dorothea is smart, so she’s been hiding her awakening until now?’

 

He hates the many duties and responsibilities that come with a single spirit.

 

It’s impossible to suddenly awaken to spirit power at such a late age.

 

‘I can see ten miles underwater, but I can’t see the inside of Dorothea’s head, so it’s possible that the smart Dorothea who looked ahead several times, has been hiding the spirits all along.’

 

“Come to think of it, Nereus is amazing, He’s a born spirit. What would he have done if he hadn’t dealt with the spirits?”

 

Raymond laughed, brushing off the heavy subject.

 

He sometimes envied Nereus, who was proud of being able to handle the spirit of water.

 

Nereus often threatened or suppressed people by showing the difference in ‘class’ with the power of spirits, something Raymond and Theon could never have imagined.

 

Threatening another helpless person with a special power, a spirit, would seem cowardly and mean.

 

Moreover, Raymond hated to fight in the first place, and Theon was afraid that if he brought out his spirit, the incident would not end lightly.

 

“Still, there’s one thing your spirit and my spirit do well: you’re now my friend for life. No matter how much you hate me, you can’t get away from me, right?”

 

Raymond narrowed his eyes at Theon as if threatening him.

 

“Besides, I have a wonderful feeling that now I will get the best aide in the world, thanks to the spirits!”

 

Raymond teased, wrapping his arms around Theon’s neck and Theon finally burst into laughter.

 

“Even if it wasn’t for the spirit, I’d be on your side, Raymond.”

 

* * *

 

Upon returning home, Theon took out a handkerchief and a glass bottle from the small box.

 

The old handkerchief was stained with pale blueberry water.

 

“It’s yours, even if I throw them away, I want you to throw them away.”

 

After getting these back, he kept the handkerchiefs and bottles in the box.

 

He doesn’t know why, but he felt that the items Dorothea had returned were so precious that he couldn’t afford to throw them away.

 

In fact, he had no idea what memories were contained in this object.

 

Why did Dorothea have a handkerchief, and why did she keep the ointment bottle until now and return it to him?

 

What Dorothea did with this handkerchief and how much the ointment helped her wounds.

 

But just by having an object containing Dorothea’s story that he didn’t know, he used to feel quite close to her.

 

But now is the time to say goodbye to this old thing, the faded memories.

 

He pondered for a moment with the handkerchief, then grabbed it tightly and approached the fireplace.

 

Theon stood in front of the fireplace and stared at the fire for a long time.

 

The bright light drives away the darkness, and the hotness that shakes even in small waves of the air.

 

And his fists, clenched his handkerchief, unable to open.

 

* * *

 

Dorothea’s concern was, ‘How to meet Ethan naturally and often?’

 

The best thing was to make a place for Ethan to enter the Imperial Palace, where she was.

 

After all, Ethan has the ability, so even if she calls him to the imperial palace, they will not be suspicious.

 

It’s just a matter of what excuse she’ll use…

 

“Princess, you seem to be in a good mood these days.”

 

Then Clara, who came in to pull the curtains, saw Dorothea and asked.

 

“Am I?”

 

She’d been in serious trouble now, but she looked good?

 

“Yes, it’s nice to see.”

 

Clara smiled and nodded.

 

happy face, lost in thought, writing a letter she never wrote, humming, and then looked in the mirror again and smiled.

 

Clara was delighted, seeing the most excited Dorothea she had ever seen.

 

“Clara… Shall I learn to play an instrument?” Dorothea asked nervously.

 

“An instrument?”

 

“I went to the Music performance, but I don’t think I have an instrument that I can handle…”

 

It’s an excuse. She wanted to invite Ethan.

 

Of course, it was also true that whenever she saw Ethan play the piano and play the violin, Dorothea became interested in playing an instrument.

 

“Good idea, Princess! I am glad that the princess is interested in various things.”

 

Learning an instrument is a symbol of the leisure hobby of the rich, and nobles used to learn at least one semester from a young age.

 

“I heard Master Ethan is so good at the piano and violin!”

 

When Clara spoke up Ethan’s name first, Dorothea flinched the hand holding the pen.

 

“Eh, Ethan?”

 

Dorothea pretended not to think about it at all.

 

‘It’s too obvious, right?’

 

What’s the point of pretending not to know in front of Clara?

 

Clara already knows the strange current between Ethan and Dorothea.

 

Unsurprisingly, Clara actively supported Dorothea as if she was going to help their relationship.

 

“There are rumors that Master Ethan has swept away the social world these days. I heard that he also received a high-value sponsorship offer somewhere.”

 

“Really? Wouldn’t it be strange to have Ethan as a lesson teacher?”

 

“There are many people who have asked Ethan for lessons over the years. The problem is that Master Ethan rejected them all.”

 

Clara was more knowledgeable about the rumors than Dorothea.

 

It was said people who worked in the Imperial Palace can only survive if they are aware of the rumors in the social circle.

 

Anyway, thanks to Clara, Dorothea has a little courage.

 

“Then shall I ask Ethan?”

 

“Yes, maybe Master Ethan will do it if you ask him to do it.”

 

Clara nodded vigorously and gave her a thumbs-up.

 

* * *

 

Ethan couldn’t hide the corners of his lips that rose as soon as he received the letter with the imperial seal from the butler.

 

It was because of the precious name ‘Dorothea Milanaire’ written on the envelope.

 

It couldn’t be a personal letter. She wouldn’t be able to confide in a secret love affair in a public letter with the seal of the imperial family.

 

Nevertheless, the letter was so precious to Ethan.

 

Dorothea probably doesn’t know.  That this was the first letter she sent to him.

 

Ethan stood there for a long time like a pious priest who prayed while holding a letter as if he were dealing with a precious treasure that should not be buried.

 

He wiped the desk thoroughly with a handkerchief and carefully placed the letter on it.

 

He couldn’t tolerate even the slightest smudge on the white envelope that contained Dorothea’s handwriting.

 

Confused about how to remove the imperial seal without damaging it, he took out the best paper-knife in the drawer.

 

And like a scholar excavating ancient relics, he carefully removed the seal.

 

He carefully pulled out the letter from the envelope, which had been removed without damage.

 

The paper, which was too luxurious and thick to be used as a letter paper, was surrounded by a gilded vine-patterned frame.

 

At that, Ethan covered his eyes with his hand and calmed his racing heart.

 

To those who don’t know, it might be because it is a letter from the imperial family, but he knew it, having worked with the emperor Dorothea Milanaire.

 

Dorothea is a person who doesn’t really care about the material of the letter paper.

 

The fact that the letter she sent is so luxurious means that she’d taken great care in choosing and procuring it.

 

‘She is so adorable…’

 

He took a deep breath and read the overly pretty letter paper.

 

Since the letter was sent through a public letter, the content was businesslike.

 

[I was impressed with Ethan Bronte’s performance at the last club Music performance.]

 

‘Ethan Bronte…’

 

He was just delighted by the letter of Dorothea calling him by his formal name.

 

[I am looking for a teacher to take over my lessons. I sent a letter because I think Ethan Bronte is suitable for this.]

 

Was it overly self-conscious to interpret the sentences that only appear in the letter that she wants to see him?

 

Dorothea transformed even clichéd sentences that would normally not be read properly into a beautiful poem that could be pondered slowly.

 

Ethan read the letter, which was only a few pages long, for a long time, as if he were reading a thick research book.

 

* * *

 

Of course, Ethan’s answer was yes.

 

Dorothea invited him to the imperial palace without delay.

 

Ethan chose his favorite clothes and headed to the Imperial Palace.

 

He calmed his excitement as he walked to Renascor Palace, where Dorothea was.

 

Today, the sky is blue, the sun is shining brightly, beautiful birds are chirping, and the wind feels moderately cool.

 

‘How beautiful the world was!’

 

Although he’s lived twice in his life, he’s never felt the world so beautiful. Because the world hasn’t been beautiful to him since birth.

 

However, in his current mood, even if Jonathan and Nereus did an ugly hip dance on both sides, he thought he could smile and applaud with encouragement.

 

And when he arrived at Renascor Palace, he met Joy, who was looking around the palace.

 

“Ethan Bronte.”

 

Joy’s glare at him was sharp, but Ethan wasn’t offended by it.

 

Joy approached him and stood in front of him like a palace guard as if blocking his way.

 

“I don’t like you flirting with the princess.”

 

* * *