The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

Ethan cried at Jonathan’s death, though not a single tear was shed.

“It was an accident, Father…I’m so surprised…”

Ethan said with tears in his eyes in front of Bronte.

Is this murder?

Was it his fault for bringing people in late? Would he have lived if he had summoned the man a little sooner?

Well, Ethan didn’t mind if Jonathan’s death was his fault.

In the end, Jonathan Bronte, who had been tormenting him terribly, was dead.

There is no longer an enemy of the Bronte family.

“Let’s take Ethan as our successor.”

After lengthy discussions and fights, the Duke and Duchess of Bronte chose Ethan as their successor.

They finally managed to make the ghost of the Duke exist under the human name ‘Ethan Bronte.’

He saw this as an essential turning point in his life.

And it turned out to be a far greater turning point than he had anticipated.

Because of that, Ethan was able to meet Dorothea Milanaire.

* * *

After being recognized as the successor to the Duke family, Ethan attended the Debutante of the Lampas at a late age.

At the ball for the first time, he was more about joy and accomplishment than tension and fear.

People paid attention to his sudden appearance, and he knew how to enjoy it.

After Jonathan’s death, he learned a lot and succeeded in winning the favor of nobles with his humble and kind words.

The nobles who were going through were attracted by his smile and wanted to talk to him and dance while holding hands.

Seeing people with such high noses trying to attract his attention, he felt a subtle joy. It was fun. Playing with nobility.

If there was a sassy master who plays the violin, he approached him with a shy tone.

“My skills aren’t that good, so…”

“Oh, do you know how to play the violin?”

Ethan smiled at the person, who was ignoring him who was born as a bastard and who made his late debut.

“Could you listen to my performance and give me your impressions?”

“Sure. I’m recognized by violinists even when I’m like you.”

With that, he shrugged and humbly played the violin.

As soon as his melody spread, people’s eyes turned to him again, and he poured out admiration.

“I… Is it worth listening to?”

He lowered the violin and asked carefully, and people applauded his victory.

“No,  I mean, how did you manage to turn it on so well?”

“I’ve never heard it from other people before…”

“The Duke of Bronte has hidden a genius!”

When Ethan was praised like this, the great noble master, whom he had been sarcastic about before, was flushed with a sense of inferiority and insult.

After showing his face a few times at the ball, a group of people followed him.

The young ladies were making a fuss to pick up the handkerchief he dropped…

“pfft–”

Then one day, a short laugh broke his secret play.

Ethan looked away, and there was Dorothea Milanaire.

“Oh, sorry for laughing. I thought you were having fun.”

Dorothea looked at him and waved her hand as if to continue, caught up for the first time.

He watched the woman discover his secret play.

And Ethan soon realized

‘A person who is like me.’

They have many similarities from the past to the present and from head to toe.

They had excellent abilities but grew up being treated as lacking in the family.

As a result, they became a ‘non-episteme’, but it was not at all pushed by the people from the episteme.

Their appearance attracted attention wherever they went. Also, the two had a dream that could not be fulfilled.

The lives the two of them surprisingly similar.

At that moment, Ethan thought something called ‘fate’ might exist.

With Dorothea Milanaire, everything was phenomenal.

Dorothea shone by herself everywhere. She achieved anything with her strength and any achievement with her strength.

An unreal person. all the more beautiful because of her.

Finally, Dorothea’s beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes became his favorite colors.

Unfamiliar with swordsmanship, he fell for Dorothea’s sword and indulged in it for several days.

In Ethan’s eyes, Dorothea was a perfect person who lacked nothing.

People treated her as a rogue because she couldn’t handle spirits even though she was a Milanaire, but in Ethan’s eyes, that was only the component that made her perfect.

‘How can you be so perfect even though you can’t handle spirits?’

A flower that has been cut because it is too beautiful, repressed talent. So the thorns grew. Ethan’s eyes could see that.

And just as he recognized her, Dorothea recognized him.

“Work in my palace, Ethan Bronte.”

Without asking his opinion, Dorothea ordered.

But it was so good because she was Dorothea Milanaire.

Ethan willingly went under her without even weighing it.

And while living in the Imperial Palace, he realized. Dorothea cannot become emperor because of just one spirit.

He was as hard to accept that fact as Dorothea.

The only Emperor he could admit was Dorothea. A God-given genius who cannot be compared to Raymond.

‘What is the spirit of light? Dorothea is itself the sun, moon, and star embroidering the sky.’

Therefore Ethan dedicated his all to Dorothea. And thanks to his support, Dorothea’s influence gradually expanded.

“Why don’t you go down to Cerritian, Ethan Bronte.”

Raymond suggested to him. An insidious intention disguised as a polite request.

Ethan scoffed at Raymond’s suggestion and took his words as a good sign.

It means that Dorothea’s power is growing enough to make Raymond wary.

“You are only poison to Dorothea.” Theon also said so.

‘Ah, Theon Fried.’

He despicably took the place of Dorothea’s fiancée and fervently supported Raymond.

As a longtime Raymond friend, he rather grabbed Dorothea’s ankle.

Dorothea couldn’t even budge about anything related to Theon.

Ethan hated Theon Fried, who became Dorothea’s weakness.

How can Dorothea get away from that cowardly Raymond supporter?

Ethan started digging to find out everything about Theon. Everything about Theon was dug up.

Even Dorothea didn’t know about Theon Fried’s secret. 

* * *

And after some time.

The day he returned from cutting off the cheeky Nereus.

“So… What was the Emperor’s last will?”

“Protect Prince Raymond from Princess Dorothea…It was.”

Carnan had been worried for a long time.

Dorothea’s talents and desires were a threat to Raymond, and Raymond was obviously too weak and docile to stop Dorothea.

Perhaps Ethan had noticed the things he had been preparing for Dorothea as emperor.

Ethan was a little early, but he was convinced that the fateful day he had been preparing for had arrived.

“Princess.”

He caught Dorothea in confusion.

“Only the princess possesses the qualities of a true emperor.”

Dorothea needed a spark to ignite the courage to ascend to the throne.

She had to break the conscience that surrounded her clumsy and ugly relatives.

“The era in which the spirit of light decides the emperor must come to an end.”

How unfair and outdated.

After all, there will come a day when someone who cannot control spirits becomes an Emperor. And Dorothea will open the door to that era. She deserves it.

“If we return to the Lampas, the nobles want to take the Princess’s army and cut off her limbs. If not now, there is no chance, Princess.”

He grabbed Dorothea’s hesitant hand. 

‘Trust me. You shouldn’t be broken in this place.’

“Become emperor.”

‘My sun, my moon, my star, my everything.’

He kissed the back of his emperor’s hand.

* * *

Ethan and Dorothea led the army and went up to the Lampas.

His plan worked hard, and defenseless Raymond collapsed helplessly during the funeral.

No, even if he had defended himself, he would have knelt before Dorothea.

Dorothea, whom he revered, was a good commander and also saw the loopholes of Lampas and Raymond.

“You must hurry, Your Majesty.”

“Theon.”

On the last road, Dorothea stopped while climbing the stairs.

That damned Theon Fried once again stood in the way of the great emperor.

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty. Prince Theon Fried, I have put him in a safe place. So, your Majesty, you must look ahead and move on.”

Ethan needed to remove the traps holding the new Emperor’s ankles.

He opened the palace door himself for the hesitant Dorothea.

“I will bring Prince Fried as soon as the job is done.”

And he was willing to play Theon Fried for Dorothea.

* * *

“Forgive the rudeness, Prince Theon Fried.”

Theon saw a beautiful man standing before him, bound to a red marble column.

At the scene of a civil war that should smell like blood, he exuded a strong scent of flowers.

White smoke poured into Theon’s room as he prepared to go out when he heard that Dorothea’s army was coming, and Theon lost consciousness and collapsed.

And when Theon came to his senses, he was in this state.

“What are you thinking, Ethan?”

Theon’s brow furrowed fiercely.

However, a relaxed smile did not leave Ethan’s face.

“I will serve the new Emperor.”

Ethan looked at the palace smoke rising in the distance with a sentimental gaze.

The gray smoke rising into the civil war was the beacon of a new era.

Everything was going as planned. All that’s left now is the beheading of Raymond.

Ethan was delighted with this historical event, which would later be called the ‘Princess Rebellion.’

He was sure of Dorothea’s victory. Raymond can’t kill Dorothea.

“Why are you tying me up without killing me?”

Meanwhile, Theon asked Ethan, who stood calmly and looked outside.

Theon is a strong supporter of Raymond. So, even if it was Dorothea’s fiancée, it was right to kill her on the spot in case of her relapse.

But Ethan stiffened his face at Theon’s question.

“I also want to kill you at least a day early.”

Ethan, who was always kind, whispered his sincerity with his eyes as cold as a frozen lake.

Ethan Bronte’s real face brought goosebumps to Theon’s bones.

“I hope Her Majesty knows that I paid so much attention to Prince Fried.”

Ethan put on the mask again and smiled.

It’s all because of Dorothea who puts so much effort into Theon during an emergency.

Because his emperor, Dorothea Milanaire, cherishes the person who inherits this dark blood.

* * *