Chapter 7

Annie, who succeeded in explaining herself, smiled at the two embarrassed men and the expressionless tyrant.

“I have to go watch the magic news at 6 o’clock.”

*

“Ahhh… I must’ve gone insane! It’s ruined… We’ll all die!”

Annie sat in the carriage, grabbed her head and despaired. No matter what she said, it was not okay.

He’s crazy, but she’s crazy to declare to a maniac tyrant that she had to return home for magic news. Since the founding of the empire, has there ever been someone like that?

Annie walked from the audience room to this carriage without breathing properly. If she didn’t do that, it seemed like Ejed and his two aides would follow and kill her. The wind hurt her toes, but her mind hurt more.

Carla sat in front of Annie. Seeing Annie’s distressed face, her hands formed an X-shape.

“Us? Lady, leave me out.”

“That’s too much. What’s going on?”

“I have two kids to take care of. No, three including my husband.”

“Am I not one of them?”

“You are all grown up.”

“Huh.”

Annie, deeply upset by her cold attitude, wrinkled her forehead. Then Carla, who stood up and moved to the side, stretched out her arm.

Her brown hair was splayed everywhere, making her hand restless. Carla carefully cleaned up her hair and mind.

“Do not worry. If he was really uncomfortable, he would’ve immediately followed up and disposed of you. Well, rumors say that the tyrant goes and kills people hiding in other islands.”

This was strangely convincing. If he really intended to kill her, she wouldn’t be able to hear anything like this right now.

As Annie sat still, Karla teased her.

“Of course, that lame excuse for the magic news seemed to be a bad idea.”

“Do you call this consolation?”

“I’m telling you to relax.”

Certainly annoyance cut the strings of her tension properly. Annie sighed deeply with her chin folded, thinking of the tyrant.

He was as dangerously beautiful as the rumors say he was. Would painters want to risk their lives to put his beautiful appearance on a canvas if he was ugly?

A famous artist tried to make a statue that imitated him, but broke the sculpture every time, saying that he couldn’t reproduce the beauty.

Annie fully agreed with the words. However, she touched her stiff forehead as she recalled the beauty she could not appreciate.

“Somehow, I’ve been so lucky these days…”

Carla hugged her, bowing her head in a gloomy voice.

“Lady, tell us what you want as usual and it will come true. You have always been like that.”

“Right. My words do come true!”

She wanted to believe in superstitions, so Annie nodded.

Annie, free from Carla’s warm arms, held her hands as if praying earnestly.

‘Goddess Silvas! Please don’t let me run into the tyrant again…’

Please!

*

Ejed, who stared at the closed door, smiled, and the people around him trembled, saying, “Eek!”. His appearance was like a grim reaper who would destroy the Dsev family even tomorrow.

Everyone mourned the future of the Dsev family that would never come again. Whether or not she knew about their worries, Ejed took the brown papers Annie had left and left the audience room.

There wasn’t even a change in expression when he walked through the passage of the Imperial Palace corridor, but his assistants were rather upset.

Oh my gosh. 6 o’clock magic news. How could you make such a poor excuse?

In particular, Fiz couldn’t keep his mouth still.

“Well, Your Majesty. Shall we rig the Dsev family for a tax bomb?”

His long legs that had been walking along the marble stopped. Then, when Ejed’s cool eyes touched his cheek, Fiz froze.

Ejed said in an indifferent voice.

“Go.”

It sounded like ‘get out of my sight’. Hmph. Fiz’s shoulders drooped, and Doher grimaced and took him away.

Ejed, arriving in his bedroom alone, first locked the door. Then he approached his desk and opened the drawer door.

Click.

Inside, there were neatly arranged handkerchiefs and old books.

Now, he was very careful in case it would get a little wrinkled and put the brown paper in.After working calmly, Ejed lied down in bed. He completely covered his face with his slender, pale hands.