The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

However, there was no easy way to find the spirit stone lost a hundred years ago.

At the same time, Ethan realized that there was another person looking for the Spirit of Light Stone.

“Prince Fried.”

Ethan grabbed Theon, who was staggering as he climbed the stairs.

Theon made eye contact with him and hurriedly threw his hand away.

“Looks like a lot has happened.”

Ethan smiled at Theon’s pale, bloodless face.

He was dying day by day with the power of the spirits, who knew nothing but how to restrain the spirits of darkness from coming out.

Theon leaned against the wall, his face distorted, as standing on his two feet was difficult.

“How good would it be if you went to Her Majesty and complained that you were sick? She’ll come running to you at once and…”

“Shut up, Ethan.”

Theon growled between his heavy breaths, but he didn’t sound threatening at all. His gloved hands were trembling.

Recently, he even wore gloves to hide his dirty and dry hands, but he couldn’t hide his trembling.

Ethan looked at him with pitying eyes as if he were looking at a stray cat in the rain.

“You’re keeping it a secret to Her Majesty… I don’t understand why you’re doing it for the Princess even though you don’t love her.”

“…”

Theon didn’t answer, but Ethan read something in his silent eyes.

To Theon, Dorothea was love and hate itself.

He took pity on Dorothea, who was devoted to him early on. The discrimination she faces and her abilities are too great compared to that.

In Theon’s eyes, Dorothea was a wild beast that had become violent in a narrow cage. A big beast with the power and talent to become the alpha of the pack.

It was hard to call it love, but he could understand her greed and jealousy.

Moreover, she was meek and vulnerable in his presence. She even looked cute, smiling like a puppy craving affection and trying to get his attention.

So, he thought, if he couldn’t free the caged beast, he could at least take care of it with love.

Since she was born with abilities in various fields, he expected that if her angular personality was softened, she would surely play an excellent role as a member of the Imperial Family.

Arranged marriage would be fine, and they might be a good life partner.

But his hopes were dashed when Ethan opened the beast’s cage and let it bite his old friend, Raymond’s throat.

He madly blamed her for killing Raymond. But he also blamed Raymond.

His friend was a fool willing to give up his neck to a hungry beast. He was too soft to hunt wild beasts.

So Theon knew. It’s not that Dorothea killed Raymond, but that Raymond died for Dorothea.

In this complex despair, he sank into the silence of Fried’s motto.

‘Pour out your resentment, would solve nothing.’

So all he will do is…

“Is the work you asked of young lady Julia going well?”

Theon found the envelope in Ethan’s hand and widened his eyes.

A letter he sent to Julia a while ago.

“You are wasting your time. You are looking everywhere for the Spirit Stone that has already been broken and disappeared a hundred years ago. Young lady Julia is suffering a lot. She seems to be looking for someone from a distant bloodline of Milanaire who can control spirits…”

“I didn’t know you had bad manners, Ethan Bronte.”

Theon’s eyes blazed red as if looking at an enemy.

It was all because of the dozens of letters he exchanged with Julia.

Julia was the only one who knew Theon’s problems and was also an old friend who was willing to do that thing for him.

“To save you, Her Majesty would destroy the world and find the Spirit Stone, so why don’t you tell Her Majesty?”

Ethan gave pretentious advice in a soft voice as if humming.

It was because he knew Theon would never ask Dorothea to do so.

“Ubera is already tilting without my help, thanks to you.”

As Ethan said, if Dorothea finds out about his condition, she will try to save the Spirit of Light Stone even if it destroys the Empire.

So Theon couldn’t speak. Because the peace and well-being of the Empire were more important than his dying life.

The Empire grew bigger than ever, but as the days went by, the people’s resentment grew, and the distrust of Dorothea deepened.

He didn’t even want to contribute to Ubera, which was already going through a period of chaos.

If he had to die, he would die with dignity

“You shouldn’t say that, shouldn’t you, as the one who benefits most from Her Majesty’s power, be grateful?”

Ethan smirked at him.

She was buying gold and silver treasures for someone, she was living like crazy to give a present to someone, she does everything to look good to someone.

If it wasn’t for Theon, Dorothea wouldn’t have come this far and… would have looked after him.

At Ethan’s cold gaze, Theon stood up straight.

“Ethan Bronte. You’ll only end up in the mud with me.”

He hated Ethan more than Dorothea, who killed Raymond.

A silver fox who used to set free the wild beasts and did everything. 

A cowardly and cunning monster that releases wild beasts and escorts them.

In the first place, he Should have separated Ethan from Dorothea.

At that time…

“Theon…!”

Far away, Dorothea, returning from her duties, found him and called out his name.

There was a suppressed joy on her face, trying not to show it.

Theon’s heart tightened as she could clearly sense her joy. 

Complex emotions were twisted and intertwined into a core.

He turned his back to Dorothea, who was slowly approaching him.

Facing her was impossible for him now.

Therefore, he turned away from Dorothea’s call and climbed the stairs.

“Theon!”

“Your majesty. I have something to tell you.”

Ethan caught Dorothea trying to follow Theon.

Dorothea obediently let Ethan hold her.

She knew, secretly, that following Theon would only hurt her.

Her face showed her broken heart.

Ethan wanted to hug her.

‘Forget him, and lean on me. There’s a place for you.’

Ethan stared at her quietly, but Dorothea’s eyes were only on the stairs where Theon had disappeared.

No matter how much he waited, she never looked after him.

So he opened his mouth to say something that would hurt Dorothea.

“It seems that Prince Theon has sent another letter to the young lady Julia.”

And, as he expected, Dorothea looked at him with desperate eyes like a deer caught in a trap.

‘Only in this way, do you look at me?’

Ethan thought to himself as he met her piercing eyes.

“It’s been over ten times already.”

A word that is calm and soft but with a sharp knife.

Then Dorothea was cut without a single resistance.

Seeing Dorothea fall apart, Ethan felt anger, guilt, love, and joy.

He knows it’s a twisted love. He also knows that Dorothea, whom he loves, is suffering.

‘But to get her to look at me when all she sees is Theon Fried, I had no choice but to use such a cowardly trick.’

“Shall we stop Prince Theon’s letter from the middle?”

“No, Ethan. You don’t have to.”

Dorothea closed her eyes in pain.

Ethan thought as he watched her bury her pain in her chest.

‘When will your love end?’

he thought, he had already gone too far wrong, but that didn’t stop him.

* * *

Indeed, Dorothea and Ethan had many similarities.

He made a cowardly choice, even knowing that he would hurt the person he loved.

So Ethan had no choice but to love Dorothea like that.

In the end, Dorothea prevented Julia Delevingne from entering the Lampas.

This was good news for Ethan.

If Julia gets interrupted, Theon will be even more at risk. Would he last a year at most? 

And, as expected, Theon visits Dorothea

Theon, always calm, hurriedly opened the door and rushed into Dorothea’s room.

“Theon…!”

Dorothea, who had just been nervous, smiled broadly as soon as she saw him.

Ethan’s heart seemed to be crushed at the sight.

‘I do so much for you. Why do you cry when you see me and smile when you see him? If you look at me like that just once…’

“What brings you to my room, Theon? Finally, yes, ”

Her voice, filled with anticipation, resonated in Ethan’s ears.

Ethan bit his lip and had to hold back his jealousy toward Theon.

“Your Majesty, is it true that you have revoked the title of Delevingne? She is forbidden from entering the Lampas!”

Theon relentlessly trampled on her smile, which Ethan desperately needed.

The smile that Ethan couldn’t save even if he give all his fortune, Theon threw it away like trash.

And the words of Dorothea, who dig into his chest again.

“Theon, you’re mine. You’re mine! But why are you looking at another woman?”

Dorothea looked only at Theon and cried.

‘Do you realize that I am behind you? I’ve been by your side the whole time you’ve been blinded by Theon.’

Ethan looked like he was being tortured just by standing there.

Because he couldn’t be loved by Dorothea, he couldn’t comfort Dorothea, who was sad.

But Dorothea, who was blind to Theon, couldn’t see Ethan.

Ethan had to stand up like a ghost and quench his suffering.

And Theon pierced Dorothea and Ethan’s chests with daggers.

“I never swore to be yours.”

Every word he spoke was deadly poison to both of them.

Plak!

In the end, Dorothea, unable to overcome her anger and sadness, hits Theon.

Theon, who became weaker, collapsed without being able to control himself with Dorothea’s hand.

“Theon…!”

* * *