The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

A loud noise echoed from the far end of the hallway.

 

The three of them made eye contact at the same time. Without waiting to be told who went first, they ran towards the sound.

 

There, Robert and other servants who followed Carnan surrounded Carnan, who had fallen.

 

“Hurry up, call the doctor!”

 

The servant, following Robert’s orders, ran quickly.

 

Dorothea looked at Carnan who had fallen.

 

Even in Dorothea’s eyes, who did not have medical knowledge, she could feel the shadow of death on Carnan’s face.

 

Not just Dorothea but Raymond and also Theon.

 

“Your Majesty…”

 

Raymond’s blue eyes were agitated.

 

Carnan’s health had never been known precisely to Raymond or Dorothea until now.

 

So Raymond thought it was just a common cold or a treatable disease.

 

However, Dorothea only knew it as a memory before returning.

 

The servants hurriedly picked up Carnan and went up to the bedroom.

 

* * *

 

“His Majesty will be unable to perform his duties for the time being, so the Crown Prince must take over.”

 

Robert said while Carnan was being treated.

 

“No, I…”

 

Raymond shook his head.

 

He couldn’t accept this situation. His father, who is in critical condition, and his future is approaching too quickly.

 

‘Since when did His Majesty get so sick?’

 

‘If I had known sooner, I wouldn’t be like this.’

 

Ray’s lips trembled nervously.

 

“Your Highness, you must have your heart firmly. Your Highness will soon become Emperor.”

 

Robert grabbed Raymond’s hand.

 

Raymond’s fingertips twitched.

 

“I, I don’t remember.”

 

Raymond pulled out Robert’s hand and turned his head to the side.

 

Raymond believed that Carnan would one day stand up as strong as he was when he urged him to study.

 

That’s how it should be. He was not yet ready to let his father go.

 

Carnan was a strict, intimidating, and still difficult person to approach. However, he was a father with whom Raymond lived his whole life.

 

Carnan and Dorothea are his only family, the people who genuinely care about him and whom he can trust.

 

Therefore, Raymond has always depended on Carnan’s existence.

 

Even if he lacked a little bit, he was able to hide behind him because he was there, and it was Carnan who took all the responsibility for Ubera, whether he made a mistake or not.

 

So he feared and respected his father, but at the same time, did not have the courage to take his place.

 

“It’s okay. Competent servants will help you. You just have to learn it step by step.”

 

“His Majesty will be fine, I’m sure…”

 

“Your Highness…”

 

“Dorothy, you do it. I am not ready yet.”

 

Raymond took a step back and turned to Dorothea.

 

Then Dorothea looked at him with determined eyes.

 

“Raymond.”

 

“Please, Dorothy…”

 

“It’s not going to be solved by avoiding it. You are the Crown Prince of Ubera.”

 

Raymond looked back at those around him like a cornered rat. 

 

Everyone was looking at him.

 

Be emperor, give orders, lead Ubera.

 

Raymond was suffocating at the sight.

 

And the blue eyes staring at him most resolutely.

 

Dorothea Milanaire.

 

Does she know? What has he done to hand her the throne?

 

* * *

 

“Is everything all right?”

 

When Dorothea came out first, Theon, who was waiting outside, asked.

 

“No, the Crown Prince will take over his majesty’s duties. So, Theon, you must help Him from now on.”

 

“The Emperor’s illness is…”

 

“Tumor. The doctor said it was impossible to cure him.”

 

“….”

 

“If Hark hears about this, I’m sure Nereus will try to use this crisis as an opportunity.”

 

Dorothea hurriedly set out to send knights and troops to Cerritian.

 

If Dorothea makes a plan, Raymond will allow it.

 

“Princess.”

 

Then, Theon called her out.

When Dorothea turned around, Theon parted her lips after hesitating for a moment.

 

“I think I can help His Majesty with his illness a little….”

 

“What does that mean?”

 

“The power of Fried.”

 

Theon parted his lips quietly.

 

Dorothea tilted her head at him.

 

“But to heal tumors with Fried’s power, only a person who can properly deal with dark spirits….”

 

At that moment, a black mass rose from Theon’s fingertips.

 

It was a dark spirit. An endless black mass as if blinded.

 

Dorothea looked at him in disbelief.

 

“The spirit…you can handle it now?”

 

Theon nodded at Dorothea’s words. And he came one step closer to Dorothea.

 

“Ethan Bronte, he gave the princess the power of the spirit.”

 

Dorothea’s eyes fluttered at Theon’s confession.

 

“I didn’t hear the details, but Ethan Bronte helped me out when I left Lampas.”

 

“Ethan….?”

 

Dorothea’s eyes widened at his name.

 

Then Dorothea remembered that Theon had not talked about purification recently.

 

‘I just thought Raymond was doing a good job of purifying him…’

 

“It’s a weak power, but I think I can slow the progression of the disease.”

 

Theon knows that he cannot cure Carnan’s illness on his own.

 

He doesn’t have the power to change human life and death.

 

But at least until Raymond is ready to ascend the throne and prepare himself for Hark’s threat of war, his power will help.

 

Also, a dark spirit with the character of “silence and rest” will be able to reduce Carnan’s pain a little.

 

“Does Raymond know that?”

 

“No, not yet.”

 

“If you don’t mind, I beg you. Talk to Raymond, too.”

 

Theon nodded at her.

 

And Dorothea looked at Theon and hesitated for a moment, then asked a question that was a little off topic but could not bear it.

 

“Ethan…How does he look?”

 

‘I tried to pretend it was okay, but when I heard his name, I couldn’t stand to hear from him.’

 

Every night, she fiddled with the brooch he’d given her and longed for him, but it wasn’t enough to quench her thirst for him.

 

At Dorothea’s worried question, Theon hesitated, then spoke up.

 

“He seemed to care a lot about the princess.”

 

There were still feelings for Dorothea in the corner of his heart, but now he knows that there is no room for him to intervene between the two of them.

 

“He will be back soon.”

 

Theon’s words made a faint smile appear on Dorothea’s lips.

 

“I believe so too.”

 

* * *

 

“Sir Stefan.”

 

At the Crown Prince’s call, Stefan knelt politely.

 

The crown prince’s command in the name of the emperor.

 

“Lead your troops and check the borders of Cerritian.”

 

Stefan formed an elite detachment of ten knights and soldiers and was tasked with inspecting and reporting on the borders of Cerritian adjacent to Hark.

 

It was because they could not send a large number of troops out of Lampas during this critical period.

 

However, Theon asked Friedia to provide troops so that the border defenses could be strengthened.

Stefan, taking Raymond’s orders, immediately moved to prepare to go to Cerritian.

 

at that time.

 

“Stefan.”

 

When he turned his head to the sound of quietly calling himself, Dorothea was waiting for him.

 

Stefan, who had been severely pressured by the imperial troubles, smiled at her.

 

He approached Dorothea with a happy heart.

 

“Be careful where you go.”

 

Dorothea said goodbye to Stefan.

 

In fact, Dorothea didn’t really like the idea of sending only Stefan and a small number of people down to Cerritian.

 

Once Hark decides to attack, it won’t be easy to hold on with that number.

 

At Dorothea’s worried look, Stefan patted the Setter Calypse at his waist, his dark eyes reassuring her.

 

Dorothea smiled at his confident look and nodded.

 

“And take this.”

 

Dorothea handed him a letter.

 

“Open it when you get to Cerritian.”

 

Stefan nodded at Dorothea’s enigmatic letter.

 

“Don’t get hurt.”

 

At Dorothea’s words, Stefan bowed his head deeply, bowed, and left to prepare.

 

Dorothea stood there and stared at Stefan’s back as he moved away.

 

“Do you think they’ll be okay?”

 

Raymond was behind her, looking at Stefan and the knights.

 

“They won’t be able to stop them, but they will be able to survive.”

 

Dorothea’s voice was full of conviction.

 

Although it is a small number, the Cerritians have their own troops, and it would be enough to protect the castle and lead it to a siege.

 

Rather than taking the castle, Hark will fight to distract attention while crossing the mountain.

 

Rather than risk a tedious and unsuccessful siege, Hark would think it would be wiser to come straight up to Lampas.

 

* * *

 

“Is it true that Carnan is not in a good condition?”

 

Nereus heard a report from Ubera.

 

“He’s been using tiredness and overwork as excuses, but it seems recently he collapsed in front of people.”

 

“What’s the diagnosis?”

 

“It appears to be a tumor. It’s a common disease for Milanaires.”

 

“Ah…”

 

Nereus rolled his eyes and nodded in interest.

 

‘Carnan’s illness was so severe that he couldn’t hide it, and Raymond had amnesia? If so, Ubera’s imperial family is empty.’

 

‘Even if Dorothea Milanaire is a little smart, it will be difficult to cope with a surprise attack.’

 

She’s never held a military position before, so the knights and soldiers won’t follow her well.

 

“I need to advance the plan a little bit.”

 

Nereus stood up from his seat.

 

“Let’s go to the training ground.”

 

“Yes, my lord!”

 

Nereus stopped walking and looked back at the servant following him.

 

“Oh, and….”

 

The corners of Nereus’ lips rose significantly.

 

* * *