The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

The one sentence he uttered was short and calm.

 

Ethan begged Carnan to believe in him.

 

But the Imperial Palace is a cold, hard, and rational place.

 

No, was this reason or a prejudice disguised as coolness?

 

It was an instant when a sneer appeared on Carnan’s lips.

 

“Love…?”

 

He never thought that such clichéd and unconvincing words would come out of the mouth of Ethan, who seemed like a clever fox.

 

It would have been nice to have come up with a cleaner and smarter answer.

 

After all, it was none of Carnan’s business.

 

“If you love her, it would be easy to say this.”

 

Carnan’s voice seemed like a young laugh.

 

“Will you leave for Dorothea’s sake?”

 

For Dorothea. What could be more cowardly than that?

 

As if his very existence was harmful to Dorothea.

 

Ethan clenched his fists under his sleeves.

 

“If the princess wants it, I will gladly do it.”

 

Ethan replied with a calm face, pretending to calm.

 

Carnan’s eyes narrowed.

 

“Did you know that you have a negative influence on Dorothea?”

 

‘Negative influence?’

 

“It’s not that it negatively influences the princess. It’s something other people don’t want to see.”

 

Ethan said with a bright smile.

 

Ethan is sick of being pointed at because of where he came from.

 

“I intend to stay for the princess’s happiness.”

 

Carnan’s brow wrinkled at him.

 

“What if it was the Emperor’s order?”

 

“Of course, if you banished me from Ubera by imperial decree, I would have no other choice.”

 

But Ethan is sure Carnan won’t be able to.

 

Is not because of fear of Dorothea’s rebellion but because of his political relationship with the Duke of Bronte.

 

No matter how bastard they are, Bronte is a Bronte, and it is difficult to touch it carelessly.

 

Carnan knew that Ethan had seen the point and would not back down in front of him.

 

If Ethan had a good origin, Carnan would definitely consider him as Dorothea’s companion.

 

“After all, if there is no price, there is no reason for you to back down either.”

 

Carnan nodded and signaled to Robert.

 

Then, the servants and servants came in one after another, dragging boxes. They piled up heavy boxes one by one next to Carnan.

 

Robert lowered one of the boxes taller than the throne forward and opened the lid to show him.

 

It was full of gold coins.

 

“I’ll give you a million Blancs, if you stay away from Dorothea.”

 

No matter how The Duke’s son may be, there are not many chances in a lifetime to see this kind of money.

 

One million Blancs is enough to eat and play for the rest of his life. It was enough money to buy a small noble family.

 

A sum of money was given to distance him from Dorothea

 

One million Blancs was a lot more than Ethan had expected.

 

Carnan must have wanted to distance him from Dorothea that much.

 

The gleaming gold piled up like a mountain made him more miserable.

 

It felt like he was treated like a lowly thing that he could sell his love for money.

 

‘Am I being treated like this because my mother is a bar woman?’

 

He was just trying to find the reason for his complex origin.

 

“Your Majesty, this million Blancs would be good for Ubera, not me.”

 

Of course, his answer was no.

 

Only a million blancs were wasted.

 

Yes, if Carnan gives him Ubera, he will consider his offer. If Ethan becomes the Emperor of Ubera, he will be able to hold Dorothea proudly in his arms.

 

“Ethan Bronte, this is a warning, not a request.”

 

In the end, Carnan wrinkled her brow. At the same time, the soldiers raised their spears.

 

Ethan quietly scanned the spears towards him.

 

‘Have I committed such a great sin?’

 

It was as if he had become a traitor.

 

Anyone who sees it will know that he attempted to assassinate the Emperor.

 

The only thing he did was love Dorothea.

 

This was it. What made Ethan most anxious was when he loved Dorothea. His existence becomes a sin just because his natural blood is dirty.

 

At the same time, Ethan realized why Carnan was being so forceful.

 

‘He knows he won’t last long…he is already feeling it.’

 

He read the Emperor’s anxious eyes.

 

Carnan wants to complete Raymond, Dorothea, and the family of the Milanaire Royal Family before she dies.

 

Therefore, he wants to quickly deal with Ethan, who will be the Imperial Family’s fault.

 

“Choose between a million Blancs or death.”

 

Carnan’s threat echoes in the audience.

 

It’s a very biased choice, a straightforward question.

 

“Before I choose, I want to ask you just one thing, Your Majesty.”

 

“…”

 

“Your Majesty, would you abandon your late Empress in this situation?”

 

Carnan’s face became agitated.

 

He had suffered for so long over the loss of his wife.

 

He was now trying to take Ethan from Dorothea and Dorothea from Ethan.

 

Carnan stared into his golden eyes that pierced his weakness.

 

In those eyes, there was no fear of death or despair about his own situation.

 

The beautiful man was surrounded by soldiers and stood upright like a victor.

 

But that was it.

 

Carnan knew that as an Emperor, he should not be swayed by personal feelings at this moment.

 

“Wealth and death, choose.”

 

There was no way the Emperor would back down to a barely young nobleman.

 

The soldiers’ spears pointed at him sharper.

 

A chilling silence hastened his choice.

 

Ethan closed his eyes for a moment and thought about it, then nodded.

 

“I will never be extraordinary. I just make the same choices as the killer.”

 

He took the money and said he would leave.

 

Then, the soldiers stepped back.

 

“Since he received this, Ethan Bronte is prohibited from entering Lampas.”

 

In front of the Emperor, Ethan quietly lowered his head.

 

“You are not allowed to have any contact with Princess Dorothea Milanaire.”

 

Kissing, hugging, holding hands, talking, and eye contact. Furthermore, being in one place and exchanging letters are all prohibited by The Emperor.

 

Violation of this would be treason against the emperor, and death would be the penalty.

 

Ethan made no resistance in the face of Carnan. He simply obeys and bows and bows again.

 

Still, there was an uneasy feeling in a part of Carnan’s heart.

 

In the presence of Ethan Bronte, the weight of his words, the Emperor’s words, seemed to weigh less and less.

 

As if blown away by the breeze and scattered with a meaningless voice.

 

“Ethan Bronte, leave Lampas tonight.”

 

The words fell in front of everyone’s ears.

 

* * *

 

“Princess!”

 

While Dorothea was working with Theon, Clara rushed in.

 

Dorothea raised her head, and Clara stomped her feet.

 

“Master Ethan is leaving!”

 

Dorothea’s pen stopped moving.

 

After a moment of silence, Dorothea spit out a word she had struggled with.

 

“finally…”

 

Clara’s eyes widened at Dorothea’s calm reaction.

 

Clara thought Dorothea would run right away if she said he was leaving.

 

“Wait, are you okay?”

 

“Did you hear why… he is leaving?”

 

Guessing all the reasons, Dorothea asked Clara.

 

“The Emperor…”

 

Before Clara could finish her sentence, Dorothea nodded as if she understood.

 

Then she bit her lip and started moving the pen again.

 

Theon, Clara, who was by her side, and Joy, who was waiting outside, stopped like a broken machine.

 

Quiet.

 

There was a breathtaking silence, accompanied by the sound of her pen scratching the paper.

 

Her calm behavior was almost frightening.

 

But soon, her pen stopped again, and she shivered.

 

“Are you okay, Princess?”

 

Theon asked worriedly.

 

Dorothea put down her pen.

 

“I’m sorry, Theon. I think I’m done for today.”

 

Dorothea stood up and ran away.

 

“Princess!”

 

When Dorothea left the room, Clara immediately called Joy and told her to follow her.

 

* * *

 

Ethan didn’t cheat with Carnan’s orders.

 

He calmly gathered his things.

 

Jonathan smirked in amusement at the sight.

 

“You are wise, indeed.”

 

Jonathan seemed pleased that Ethan was no longer staying at the mansion.

 

Jonathan was happy that Ethan has been expelled and stay away from the Imperial Family.

 

Now, no one could be more of a fool to say that Ethan was better than him.

 

Ethan closed his bag, listening to Jonathan’s sarcasm.

 

“Master. Are you sure you’re leaving?”

 

“How could I violate The Imperial order?”

 

Ethan said as if he had resigned himself to it all. He descended the stairs and made his way to the carriage that stood in front of Bronte mansion.

 

A servant carried his luggage, and a carriage filled with property from the imperial palace waited behind.

 

Ethan turned and scanned the surroundings of the Bronte mansion.

 

Imperial soldiers were everywhere, keeping watch over him.

 

Then, the sound of hooves pierced the night air.

 

When all eyes turned, Ethan saw a woman riding a white horse.

 

“The Princess…!”

 

Ethan couldn’t hide his face from lighting up.

 

He knew she shouldn’t have come, but he hoped she would.

 

Even the soldiers watching him were taken aback by Dorothea’s appearance.

 

Stopping in front of Ethan, Dorothea leaped from her horse and threw herself at him, embracing him.

 

“Ethan…!”

 

Ethan couldn’t resist her embrace, and the soldiers couldn’t stop them.

 

“I’m sorry… I didn’t keep my promise.”

 

Dorothea said, hugging him tightly.

 

* * *