The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

So, before Ethan left Lampas. When Dorothea and he were worried about the war with Hark.

 

“Breaking a dam is effective against large Soldiers. But in the end, it’s the people of the region who have to deal with the aftermath.”

 

Even if people from flooded areas are evacuated in advance after the dam burst, the damage in Ubera will be enormous.

 

Roads, paddy fields, bridges, houses, and even forests will all be submerged.

 

Ethan smiled at her.

 

“Then we will have to defeat Hark before he passes over to Ubera.”

 

Hark must be disposed of in the Hark’s land so as not to leave scars on the Ubera land.

 

“But how?”

 

As it is now, the number of troops will inevitably be different. Ubera can’t even attack Hark first.

 

“Let me go to Hark.”

 

“you?”

 

“Neraus has always been interested in me, so there are a few reasons to trust me and he will accept me.”

 

“But you are in danger…!”

 

“As you know, I have a natural talent for manipulating people.”

 

Ethan smiled brightly, boasting ‘a handsome appearance’ that automatically creates a sense of trust.

 

“And if the Hark Soldier advances, I will send the Spirit of Light to the Ubera border.” Ethan promised.

 

And Dorothea warned Stefan in a letter.

 

[When the spirit of light appears on the border, prepare for war.]

 

And the day a strange figure appeared on the border, and then disappeared.

 

A soldier ran to report the strange movement.

 

‘What is that?’

 

They saw a light approaching slowly in the darkness.

 

The light, which looked like a large firefly, hovered around the soldiers.

 

They reported this strange phenomenon to Stefan and Stefan recalled Dorothea’s letter.

 

The reason Cerritian’s border was able to hold out for so long was because of the signal given by the Spirit of Light.

 

And Dorothea came down to Cerritian and never removed the spirit stone from her body for a single moment.

 

One night closer to the border, she realized when the Spirit of Light responded from the Spirit Stone.

 

That Ethan is not far away.

 

And when she summoned the spirit, Ethan Bronte also realized.

 

that Dorothea got close to him.

 

It wasn’t difficult to get the timing right.

 

The two could feel each other even though they were far away.

 

Dorothea commanded Ubera’s soldiers with the spirit of light, and Ethan was a brilliant performer and set fire in accordance with the Dorothea’s command.

 

* * *

 

Nereus and Hark’s forces were surrounded by flames and enemies.

 

“retreat! Retreat!”

 

Nereus hurriedly hid himself among the soldiers and returned to the burning camp of Hark.

 

Dealing with water spirits, he was able to extinguish at least enough fire to pass through.

 

As King Hark fled, the spirit of Ubera’s army soared to the sky.

 

Nereus ran away with all his might, leaving behind the fervent shouts that burned his back.

 

Dorothea was following him closely.

 

“Damn Ethan Bronte…!”

 

Nereus gripped his sword and gritted his teeth.

 

After Ethan Bronte moved over to Hark, he offered Ethan a lot.

 

He provided an affluent environment to make him loyal to Hark.

 

A large mansion with a hundred servants had three practice rooms where he could practice His instruments at any time, and there was also a beautiful water garden.

 

Not only food, clothes, and house, but he also generously bought violins and pianos made by artisans.

 

He had given Ethan a much greater favor than the emperor of Ubera who had expelled him.

 

‘But do you betray me like this?’

 

Then he found Ethan Bronte riding a white horse from afar.

 

His outstanding appearance stood out even in a sea of blood.

 

Ethan came out of Hark’s camp and headed toward Ubera’s Soldiers.

 

Dorothea also found Ethan coming out of Hark’s camp.

 

Ethan made eye contact with her.

 

For a moment, he seemed to call out to her.

 

Then an arrow pierced his arm, which was holding the reins.

 

“Ethan!”

 

Dorothea screamed at him who was losing the reins, and fell from his horse.

 

Nereus turned and ran toward where Ethan had fallen.

 

“Nereus…!”

 

Dorothea drew her sword again and followed closely behind Nereus.

 

However.

 

“Surrender, Dorothea.”

 

Nereus was one step faster than her.

 

Nereus’ sword touched Ethan’s neck.

 

Ethan was gripped by Nereus in pain with an arrow stuck in his arm.

 

Then the sword of Dorothea, which was heading towards Nereus, stopped.

 

Seeing that, Nereus smiled, revealing his white teeth.

 

‘Did you really love this bastard?’

 

“Order the Ubera soldiers,surrender.”

 

Nereus said to Dorothea with a triumphant look on his face.

 

“Princess…”

 

Ethan shook his head.

 

A trickle of red blood dripped from the nape of his white neck.

 

If we surrender here, the tide of war that was barely reversed is reversed again.

 

We can’t even hope for the future.

If the number-dominant Hark takes advantage of this opportunity this opportunity to launch an all-out assault, the Ubera army would not have the strength to hold.

 

Dorothea clutched the hilt of her sword and glared at Nereus.

 

“Do you think the threat from the mouse will work?”

 

“First of all, the great princess lower her sword. Do you think I can’t kill this guy because his face and talent are so good?”

 

Nereus grunted and brought the sword closer to Ethan’s neck.

 

The neck of the traitor who set fire to Hark’s boat and camp can be taken at any time.

 

Nereus looked at Dorothea’s trembling eyes.

 

And Ethan saw Dorothea’s shaking.

 

It was both happy and sad thing.

 

That she thinks of him so much.

And that she is so helpless.

 

They worked hard to find another solution, but they both knew that there was no other option right now.

 

So Ethan knew what choice he had to make.

 

The end he’d been thinking about for a long time.

 

The moment she saw the determination in his eyes, Dorothea’s heart sank.

 

Ethan’s gaze was on the brooch on her chest.

 

To be precise, the Spirit Stone, which is the medium of a contract with the Spirit King.

 

In that moment, Dorothea knew what he was thinking.

 

She shook her head at him.

 

But Ethan closed his eyes with the most beautiful smile in the world as if to say goodbye to her.

 

“no…!”

 

Before Dorothea’s screams could end, a cold sword cut through Ethan’s neck.

 

Red blood flowed, and Ethan’s body leaned as it was.

 

The whole process was done slowly, as if time had turned back slowly.

 

The beautiful man’s body fell on the dirt floor of the battlefield that had become muddy.

 

Nereus had no more hostages, and Dorothea no longer thought about how to live a good life.

 

* * *

 

he dreamed

 

It was a scene similar to the day he read a letter in bed with her one day.

 

The blanket was cozy, incense candles were burning softly, and figs and warm milk for sleep.

 

A soft piano melody was heard from somewhere, and Dorothea read the letter, leaning on his arm.

 

There was a soft smile on her lips.

It was his greatest happiness.

 

So, he could now realize that he was dreaming.

 

At the same time as that realization, he felt pain.

 

Pain that tightens as if twisting his whole body.

 

Through it all, he heard a muffled voice.

 

“Ethan…”

 

A voice that lifts him from the deep subconscious.

 

“Ethan… … !”

 

The moment he listened because he wanted to hear the voice so much, he felt a warm touch passing through his fingertips.

 

At the touch, he opened his heavy eyes.

 

“Ethan!”

 

Clearly, the field of view was blurry, and even the focus was shaky, but for some reason only her face was clear.

 

“Princess…”

 

The moment he looked at her face, he forgot the pain that plagued his body and called out her name.

 

Then she hugged him warmly.

 

Ethan thought for a moment if this was an extension of his dream.

But the hot tears that wet his shoulders were familiar.

 

“You said you were going to see me again! I thought you were going to die…!”

 

Dorothea vented his resentment.

 

He grabbed her hand.

 

Her hands were trembling.

 

Ethan realized he was alive. And Dorothea…

 

“Princess, are you okay…?”

 

He asked her through suffocating breath.

 

It was war. Nereus was confronting her.

 

He wanted to see Dorothea’s face.

To see if she was hurt, if she was in pain.

 

Then Dorothea lifted her head and locked eyes with him.

 

His eyes were wet with tears, but fortunately she didn’t appear to have been injured.

 

She looked at him and opened her trembling lips.

 

“I’m not okay.”

 

Dorothea’s hand, which he was holding, clenched into force.

 

There were no injuries. She also won. But she wasn’t okay at all.

 

Ethan knew what she wanted to say.

Why she resent him.

 

“I’m sorry, Princess…”

 

So he could only say sorry.

 

If he had a talent for martial arts like Raymond or Stefan, at least he wouldn’t be a burden to Dorothea.

 

Then Dorothea shook her head.

 

“That’s not what I’m waiting to hear, Ethan.”

 

‘Tell me something else I want to hear.’

 

Dorothea looked at him.

 

A soft smile spread across Ethan’s lips.

 

What she wanted to hear was probably what he wanted to say.

 

“I missed you, Princess.”

 

A smile also spread across Dorothea’s face, which was wet with tears at the confession that flowed from his lips.

 

“me too.”

 

With a short reply, her lips overlapped his.

 

* * *