The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

Dorothea took his hand and slowly summoned the Spirit of Light.

 

The power of life filled Theon as clean water filled a parched land.

 

As Dorothea said, the spirit power she possessed was much stronger than that of Raymond.

 

Theon looked at her, wrapped in a bright light.

 

She was so dazzling that it was hard to open his eyes properly.

 

The energy of death, which had been accumulating heavily, was gradually swept away by her power.

 

She fills his life. Slowly and fully.

 

Theon finally lowered his head and looked away from her.

 

It’s been years, and he still hasn’t gotten over his feelings.

 

He thought it was fine, but it wasn’t.

 

When the gloomy darkness was removed, the emotions hidden under it were exposed to the light.

 

Unlike when receiving Raymond’s purification, the hand touching his tickles, and the five senses tingle.

 

His heart was pounding violently as if reminding him that he was alive.

 

A real sense of life.

 

Theon likes that feeling so much he wants to ask her to clean it up again and again.

 

“Theon. Theon…?”

 

At that time, Dorothea, who had just finished the purification, called Theon, who was lowering his head.

 

“Thank you, Princess.”

 

He stood up without raising his head.

 

“Then I’m done reporting today, so I’ll go now.”

 

“Theon…!”

 

He left Dorothea’s room, even though he knew he was rude.

 

It felt like he was going to do anything if he stayed with her.

 

At that time.

 

“Theon Fried.”

 

A cold voice called out to him as he rushed down the stairs.

 

Theon paused as if frozen in place.

 

“Ethan Bronte…”

 

Theon met the slender golden eyes staring at him.

 

His eyes stared at Theon quietly as if he were listening to the sound of his heart beating.

 

“Are you on your way to see the Princess?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

Theon clenched his fists. Something soared inside.

 

“By the way, Ethan Bronte often comes to see the princess.”

 

Unbeknownst to him, a Rude tone of speech came out.

 

Clara and Joy, who were behind Ethan in the snowball fight between the two, took a step back.

 

Theon did not take his eyes off Ethan.

 

“Anything more to say?”

 

Ethan asked Theon, who blocked the stairs and didn’t move.

 

Theon gritted his teeth for a moment, then opened his mouth.

 

“The brooch you gave as a gift to the princess…ah, no, nothing.”

 

“You have to say it to the end.”

 

Ethan wrinkled his brow.

 

It was annoyed that Dorothea was mentioned in Theon’s mouth.

 

“No, it’s nothing. I will go now.”

 

Theon turned to the side and looked away.

 

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Ethan hid the gift behind his back and knocked on the door where Dorothea was.

 

“Come in.”

 

At the sound of her voice he had not heard in a long time, Ethan’s heart, which had sunk heavily, began to flutter lightly like a butterfly’s wings.

 

Like an idiot, he seems to have just forgotten about Theon.

 

He carefully opened the door and stepped inside.

 

Unaware of Ethan’s arrival, Dorothea fixed her gaze on the papers scattered on the desk, then raised her head belatedly.

 

And a bright smile slowly spread across her face.

 

“Ethan…!”

 

Dorothea, who looked busy, almost threw her pen as soon as she saw him, ran to him, and hugged him.

 

Dorothea was pleased with the familiar smell of Ethan’s body.

 

“Am I not bothering you?”

 

At Ethan’s question, Dorothea shook her head.

 

“I miss you.”

 

As soon as she saw Ethan, like a spring of water bursting out of a parched land, he was released.

 

“Are you busy?”

 

“Ah, a report about Hark just came up.”

 

“From Theon Fried?”

 

Jealousy that had been crouching in Ethan burst out.

 

“Oh, have you met Theon?”

 

“Can I ask what happened?”

 

Ethan asked, quenching the jealousy boiling inside.

 

“I purged Theon’s spirit. It’s because he hasn’t been purified for a week.”

 

At Dorothea’s words, Ethan thought of Theon.

 

‘It’s been a long time since I’ve felt Dorothea use a Spirit Stone, was it for him?’

 

“Do you not want me to purify Theon?”

 

Dorothea asked, holding his hand tightly.

 

“I know. I am guilty of him, too. But I still don’t like it.”

 

Ethan kissed Dorothea’s forehead and whispered.

 

‘Saving Theon is an important item on Dorothea’s Bucket List to be a good person, so I can’t tell her not to do it…’

 

Still, jealousy cannot be eliminated.

 

“There won’t be anything you’ll misunderstand.”

 

“I also believe in the princess.”

 

Ethan kissed her lips lightly as if to put a stamp on her lips.

 

Then Dorothea smiled bashfully.

 

“More than that, look at this. A report on Hark. Nereus is as keen on strengthening his military power as ever before.”

 

Dorothea said, pulling Ethan’s hand.

 

“Really? I’m sure he won’t be able to beat the Empire easily, but what does he think…I’m really curious about that, but I’d like you to stop for today and give me time.”

 

Ethan was barely able to come to his senses as he was almost taken aback by Dorothea’s story.

 

He’d almost gotten excited and worked with her again, discussing Hark.

 

He grabbed Dorothea again, recalling today’s mission.

 

The reason he came to see Dorothea today was to give her a rest.

 

‘That’s why I’ve been working hard to prepare a gift…’

 

Dorothea’s face was tired, and it showed.

 

“Just looking at it, it looks like you’ve received all the reports, so can you just rest?”

 

“But Ethan—”

 

“I heard that you are not sleeping well these days. Did you even close your eyes last night?”

 

Ethan looked into her eyes and asked.

 

“No. But the day before yesterday, I slept for a while.”

 

“How long?”

 

“About…… three or four hours?”

 

“I hope you slept for about two hours now.”

 

Dorothea lowered her gaze and answered timidly, and Ethan’s sharp eyes immediately recognized her excuse.

 

‘It would have been better to ask how long she slept in a week.’

 

“Clara.”

 

“I’m ready, Master.”

 

“What are you preparing for?”

 

“Today, I was ordered to put the princess to sleep.”

 

Ethan smiled and Clara hurriedly dragged Dorothea into the bathroom.

 

Clara changed Dorothea’s clothes into a comfortable, spacious white pajama dress and gave her a quick wash with warm water.

 

Meanwhile, other servants prepare milk and figs with a spoonful of honey.

 

As Dorothea washed up, Ethan met her in front of the bedroom.

 

“Ethan, I have work to do.”

 

“Getting a good night’s sleep is also important. Sleeplessness reduces the efficiency of work.”

 

Ethan grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom.

 

On the bedside table lay warm milk and figs prepared by the servants.

 

Ethan laid Dorothea on the bed and sat down on the chair next to it.

 

A room with only one soft light left with the curtains drawn and only one candle lit.

 

But Dorothea couldn’t sleep at all. As she lay down, she became more anxious as her heart pounded louder.

 

‘Didn’t I misrepresent something? Maybe my judgment was wrong? I need to get those papers in advance. Oh, I should ask Clara to bring them over. Raymond said he had a doctor’s appointment today. Is he okay? Shouldn’t I go and see him?’

 

All sorts of thoughts filled the dark room.

 

Then Ethan took her hand and drove the thought away.

 

“I’m here, can’t you put your thoughts down for a while?”

 

Ethan looked a little dismayed as he noticed that Dorothea was thinking about this and that in her head.

 

“I’m sorry, Ethan.”

 

Dorothea grabbed Ethan’s hand again.

 

“I can’t sleep because I’m anxious.”

 

“What makes the princess anxious?”

 

“I’m afraid I’ll do something bad again. My choices affect the lives of many people.”

 

Dorothea spoke seriously and smiled as if not.

 

“I don’t know If am I really a good person? Am I doing well?”

 

“The Princess is already doing well enough. Everyone will understand the effort and heart of the princess.”

 

“Really…?”

 

There was no confidence in Dorothea’s voice.

 

Ethan found that she lacked confidence in her particular political and social aspects. It’s because of the memory of failing once and being pointed at.

 

Ethan stared at her face, the redness of the candle, and took out the gift s

he had brought.

 

“This is a gift I brought to the princess today.”

 

“gift?”

 

What he took out was a thick bundle of letters.

 

There were dozens of letters, perhaps more than a hundred, and they were neatly tied with a red ribbon.

 

“What’s this…?”

 

“These are letters for the princess.”

 

Ethan untied the ribbon and showed Dorothea the letters.

 

One of the reasons he came to her so late was to collect these letters.

 

“I will read them to you one by one. Please listen to it like you’re listening to a fairy tale.”

 

Ethan asked Dorothea to pick any of the letters.

 

He opened the rough envelope of letters Dorothea had picked and took out the letter inside.

 

“Ah, this is a letter from the orphanage that the princess helped last time.”

 

According to Dorothea’s ‘Bucket List to be a good person’, she continued to donate, and the orphanage in the letter was one of them.

 

Ethan cleared his throat and read the letters.

 

“Hello, pretty princess. Thanks for the gift of the book. I’ve already read the book five times. I will read it over ten times. The lettering teacher comes and teaches me. This is a letter I wrote myself. and I got first place in the run today. Goodbye.”

 

Ethan read the letter in a calm voice.

 

Dorothea laughed at the letter in which the context bounced around.

 

“There is also a picture drawn below.”

 

“I want to see it too, Ethan.”

 

At Dorothea’s words, Ethan handed the letter back to her.

 

Underneath the letter, written in crooked, large letters, was a picture of a book.

 

The very cute picture warmed her heart.

 

Ethan read the next letter from the stack of letters sent from the orphanage.

 

“Is this letter really going to the princess? Princess, if you read this, please visit the orphanage…. I guess she was wondering if the letter was really going to the princess.”

 

There was something wrong with the curious child’s letter.

 

“Really…? I should go sometime.”

 

Dorothea mumbled shyly. Then she moved her body a little to the side of her bed and looked at Ethan.

 

“I want to see it too. Read it from my side.”

 

Dorothea gently lifted the blanket away as if asking Ethan to get into the bed.

 

Ethan struggled for a moment, and Dorothea grabbed one of his fingers and pulled him gently.

 

“Lying alone here, It feels empty and lonely.”

 

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