The Villainous Tyrant Has Returned

“Don’t just read books, do some exercise, brother. you keep coughing just because you look at books all the time.”

Although she was a younger sister who had just become an adult, in Planus’ eyes, she was still a ten-year-old child.

…Well, She’s a little strong.

Planus, who was five years older than Olive, was dependable to Olive like her father and affectionate like her friend.

Just like the legend that the Chartres family was founded by fairies, Planus was a handsome man with a gentle expression.

His signature style of braiding his long hair loosely and letting it fall over one shoulder was once the main culprit behind the long hair boom among young men.

‘Thanks to that, the young ladies had to frown upon the long hair of young people with free facial features.’

In addition, his brains were so extraordinary that he was called the next Prime Minister.

Her brother, who was as tall as an oak tree, was sure to have brought all the goodness he could get from his mother’s belly. (Except that his stamina is a bit bad.)

“What purpose did my cute little sister have for looking for me all morning?”

Planus patted Olive’s back with regret and pulled away. A smile as soft as the spring sunlight melting the winter snow was on Planus’ face.

“What purpose do I have to find you?”

“Huh. That’s right, Olive.”

Planus had no way of ignoring empty words.

“I-Is Prince Carlos coming to my brother’s birthday banquet this time…? I’m curious.”

Second Prince Carlos. He was a half-brother with the third prince, Ludwig, who had a different father.

His bewitching face, which exudes a decadent atmosphere, thrilled the hearts of the empire’s ladies and actually attracted many flirtations.

“Just in case, don’t misunderstand, brother! I’m not asking because I’m particularly interested, okay?”

Olive swung her fist like a cotton bat and hit Planus on the shoulder.

Ah, Planus stumbled to the side with a strange sound.

“He’s coming, but *cough*. Olive, as your brother, I would like to give you some advice. Don’t like Prince Carl too much. That person is so promiscuous.”

What did you think of? Planus’ face, who had barely regained her bearings, slightly distorted. I was worried that my delicate sister would end up in the stomach of a black fox.

“Who, who likes him? I’m just curious as to whether he’s coming or not.”

Olive blushed and played with her hands and feet. At that sight, Planus’ sorrow deepened.

“Olive, you should like nice and upright men. For example, the three brothers of the Marquis de Cobart.”

Planus praised them, saying that the family wasn’t called the Emperor’s Sword for nothing.

“Well, I don’t like it.”

Olive, who followed the opinions of those around her, saying that everything was good, whether it was choosing clothes or desserts, was especially cold as frost in her eyes when evaluating men.

“Why? Those Young gentlemen were popular because they were good-looking. The second one has a bit of a temper, but the rest are fine.”

“Having a handsome face isn’t everything, brother. It’s like a textbook and not fun. For a man, his face is fundamental and he must have charm that touches the heart.”

Olive smiled shyly and expressed her own theory of handsome men. Planus sighed with a sad face.

“…Olive. You shouldn’t like men with bad personalities. Then your whole life can become impoverished. This brother would be very sad if my delicate younger sister had to live a life like that.”

Bad Guy. Impoverished.

When she heard those words, a feeling of resentment burst out from one side of her heart. As if she had lived that kind of life.

A bright red color passes by like a falling sunset, and the imperial emblem comes to mind. I got angry for no reason.

“What do you mean, he’s a bad guy? That is a crime of insulting the imperial family!”

Suddenly, Olive, who had a hurt expression on her face and shouted insults to the imperial family, stormed out of the room.

“According to Article 145, Paragraph 4 and Article 76, Paragraph 1 of the Imperial Law, the crime of insulting the imperial family doesn’t constitute such a thing, Olive.”

Planus raised his glasses, looked at the doorway his sister had left, and muttered something correct.

Planus’ birthday banquet has begun.

The Marchioness of Chartres prepared a banquet with her teeth in the hopes of getting the eldest son of the family to marry this time.

‘I will definitely try to gain the Crown Princess’ favor.’

The Marchioness’s aspirations are high, but the Crown Princess and Planus are having a hard time because they aren’t very interested in each other.

The Marchioness, who was busy greeting her guests at the entrance, noticed the imperial carriage coming from afar and her eyes widened.

‘Is she the Crown Princess? Good job sending invitations to all the royal family!’

The family of the Marquis de Chartres, who held the position of prime minister for generations, was the reason of the empire and its right hand.

This is an invitation from the family that started the empire with the royal family, so someone from the royal family is sure to come and congratulate them…

“… Prince Carlos?”

A harsh sound came out of the Marchioness’s mouth. The Crown Princess, who had been expected, was nowhere to be seen, and the Second Prince, who was taking up all of my son’s time and blocking his marriage, opened the carriage door and came out.

“Ah, Marchioness de Chartres. You still look beautiful.”

Prince Carlos got off the carriage and rubbed his lips against the back of the Marchioness’s hand with a decadent smile.

The Marchioness’s face quickly turned red.

The Marchioness, who understood why Prince Carlos was spreading so many rumors of an affair, was able to come to her senses only after seeing the person who got out of the carriage following Carlos.

“P…Prince Ludwig?”

Ludwig, whose face you rarely see except at major events, was standing behind Carlos.

It’s true that she sent him an invitation too, but she really didn’t expect him to come.

As an adult, Ludwig was a beautiful young man who had abandoned his youthful appearance. He was called the Cursed Emperor, which put to shame his nickname.

His straight, short hair, as if it had been cut with a straight edge, swayed like a red velvet curtain.

If you look at his appearance, he wasn’t a cursed child but closer to an angel.

However, the Marchioness couldn’t welcome Prince Ludwig.

‘There is no way His Majesty would have allowed Prince Ludwig to go out here. How did he come?’

Part of me wanted to send the cursed prince back like this, but I didn’t dare say that to him.

“Thank you for the invitation, ma’am.”

After hesitating for a while, the Marquis de Cobart and his wife got off the carriage and greeted the Marquis de Chartres.

Only then did the Marquis de Charles’s eyes, which had been fixed on Ludwig, shift to her guests.

The two princes entered the banquet hall on the first floor.

Perhaps because it was the birthday of the person nominated as the next Prime Minister, many guests were filling the banquet hall.

The noisy atmosphere became quiet as the princes entered.

The two princes walked towards Planus, who was celebrating his birthday. The large crowd naturally split to make way for them.

‘Where is olive?’

Ludwig followed behind Prince Carlos and slowly looked around. She was guarding Planus’ side.

How many years has it been since this?

It’s been a really long time since I’ve seen her formally.

Olive, who took off her appearance as a young girl and had the womb of a woman, was too beautiful in Ludwig’s eyes.

The sight of Olive smiling brightly, showing her teeth, strangely made my heart feel cold. Ludwig rubbed his Stomach with his hand.

She won’t know. The long period of longing he endured to create the ‘Ludwig’ of today.

‘I won’t make any mistakes this time.’

Before his return, Ludwig gave Olive a huge heartache at this birthday banquet.

Because the only true emotion that Olive showed towards him was fear.

Ludwig was simply ecstatic at the moments when Olive showed her true feelings.

But Ludwig didn’t want to go through that process again.

In this world where he returned, Ludwig saw Olive’s bright smile.

He recognized her ‘joy’ as much more beautiful than her ‘fear’.

‘However, if I have any regrets.’

Olive’s eyes, sparkling like peridot, were focused on Prince Carlos.

It was truly beautiful to see her cheeks blushing like a girl in love, but when I thought that that expression was for another man, I became unbearably angry.

“All right, Lady Olive.”

Ludwig gritted his molars and called out to Olive. Olive turned her head at the eerie sound calling her and was startled to see Ludwig.

“Uh, you!”

Soon she showed a happy expression.

“Long ago… The child in the maze garden. Right? long time no see!”

The voice, which wasn’t loud, had a high tone like a lark. It was nice to hear that voice full of joy, so Ludwig raised the corners of his mouth without realizing it.

Olive didn’t know Ludwig’s name or title.

But she remembered the face of the beautiful boy who saved her from the maze garden a few years ago.

‘How could I forget?’

He was the first and last person with that bright red hair and eyes, and the person who kissed the back of her hand like a knight.

Besides, no woman would forget such a handsome man.

“Hmm, Olive. This person is Third Prince Ludwig. Be polite.”

Planus looked embarrassed and whispered softly in Olive’s ear.

Olive, who was startled, belatedly bowed politely to Ludwig again.

Ludwig greeted her in a relaxed manner. But that was all.

“Well then, have a nice time, Your Highness.”

Olive, who showed a light smile, easily walked away from Ludwig.

Oh, this isn’t it.

In terms of calculations, we should have had more conversations. Because he himself came dressed up so nicely.

However, Olive too easily left him and headed towards the dessert.

‘Am I less handsome today?’

Ludwig thought about such things and watched Olive’s back blankly.

That was when Olive walked over to the table where desserts were neatly lined up and started picking up her food.

“Olive, have you decided on this year’s debutant partner?”

Lily, the daughter of the Earl of Cornwall, approached the exhausted Olive and spoke to her. She was Olive’s close friend.

“No, not yet. It’s so far away, why are you already worrying?”

“You have to start now. start working!”

“I, I don’t really want someone…”