Beloved Tyrant

Chapter 20: Chapter 20

Translator: Lay

Raw Provider: Ani

The sentence written in the letter by Marquis Durak was a single line.

‘Keep your mouth shut.’

Celtic Durak swept down his face. Gail McHurt wasn’t worried because it was obvious that he hadn’t heard anything.

The problem was Jedis Bell. She had promised him her silence, but she was a little prickly.

‘I don’t know where she will be. Should I tell my father about Jedis Bell…’

He shook his head mentally.

‘No, it’s working. It’s not good to be seen as someone who can’t handle a little girl. I don’t have to do that.’

Gareth Wollow, who doesn’t know Celtic’s worries, said, scouring the snacks.

“Nwow, Jurwak-nim’s mwauth…”

“Ayah. Swallow and speak.” Gareth gulped down the cookies and opened his mouth.

“Tsk. The young master’s face looks like his facing death. What did the Marquis Durak say?” It was difficult to explain. So, Celtic groaned moderately.

“He said I should marry sooner before I get older.” Gareth thought, pushing five cookies into his mouth at once.

‘You’re lying.’

However, he decided to be fooled by Celtic’s lies.

“I think the Marquis Durak will have a lot of trouble to live next to his 30-year-old son the day after tomorrow.”

Gareth laughed as he saw Celtic’s eyebrows wriggling.

“So what did he say. Didn’t he say that when you’re young and energetic, you have to catch a rich lady to make his second son’s life easier?” Of course, his desire to tease Celtic also played a part.

“Well, though, you’re still in your twenties, so you’re still going to sell well. So, for our Sir Celtix, this love outlaw Gareth Wallow will introduce some beautiful ladies!”

“You shut up…”

“You don’t like the introduction. Aren’t you saying this? You like a natural meeting? Then, love that grows in the workplace! It’s a good idea to look at Her Imperial Highness’ ladies-in-waiting.”

When Gareth’s words reminded him of Jedis who is in question, Celtic flinched. Gareth didn’t miss the little move.

“Aigo, my little master. I thought he was as hard as stone, but there’s no boy knight who dreams of fateful romance!”

He (Celtic) thought he (Gareth) just started to make fun of him, but he (Gareth) was really serious. Gareth had already dreamed of standing as a best man at Celtic’s wedding.

“Let’s see, Her Imperial Highness the Princess’ lady-in-waiting… First of all, except for my love Miss Asilah Alectin, Lady Vivia Contra Viol, Lady Cecil Ralgod, Lady Jedis Bell…”

Gereint Bell, who was sharpening a razor while sitting down in front of the fireplace, jumped up. Then Gereint said…

” “Lady Jedis Bell” is a forbidden word. Call her “Beast Jedis Bell” in front of me. Okay?” Gareth panicked and moved away from Gereint. Gareth said…

“You are also forbidden from holding a razor in front of me! Haa, I almost got a cut on my expensive shirt!”

“I feel sorry for Lady Jedis, who has such an insensitive person as her older brother…”

“It’s a very good day. I’d like to test it out. Sir Gareth. I’ll shave you off, so sit here.” Gereint smiled, turning his razor between his fingers. Gereint’s smile reminded Gareth of a butcher.

“I’ll decline. I just shaved this morning.” For a while, retreating from anxiety, Gareth fell into self-praise. “Now, look at this smooth chin. Well, isn’t it sharp like a veil because it’s not enough to have a clean one. After all, this jawline is enough to cut a woman’s heart.”

“If you just add a word there, it will be your life, not your beard.”

Celtic enjoyed watching Gareth escape from Gereint’s grasp. Still, he remember the idea of ​​helping him because he have known for a long time, when Gereint, who succeeded in catching Gareth, was pouring out a story about what he thought of shaving his eyebrows. Celtic, who became very happy, said with a smile.

“Sir Gereint. I didn’t know you liked shaving that much. I’ll give you a mission that’s right for you. You’ll take care of Tristan’s shaving in the future.”

Gereint paused as he measured the angle as he held the shabby razor blade against Gareth’s eyebrows. Gareth did not miss the opportunity and fled quickly. Gereint didn’t hold Gareth any more.

“Is that a joke?”

“No.”

“Really?” Celtic nodded. Gereint shattered his mouth. “Okay, I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“I hope you are as good as how you love shaving. Her Imperial Highness doesn’t like Tristan to be scratched.”

“… Yes-eup.”

Gereint fluttered his shoulders in an exaggerated manner and sat on the floor again. Gareth giggled and smacked the cookies as if they were looking good. Celtic opened the book. The time passed in silence. It was time for Sir Digory, who went on patrol as a representative because he lost the bet, to return. Gareth, who had almost emptied the cookies, lifted his head.

“Get up! Somebody’s coming.”

“Sir Digory?”

“It’s not Sir Digory’s footsteps.”

Gareth’s hearing that he hears the sound of a needle dropping outside a hundred steps in exaggeration was famous among them. No sound was heard, but Gareth and other knights dressed right. After a while, they heard the sound of the door opening. Light and slow footsteps, the sound of cloth flickering.

The Princess appeared with her curly golden blond hair hanging over her round shoulders. The knights got up from their seats and saluted the Princess. The Princess, who was greeted with a gesture, approached Celtic without even looking at others. The Princess said, lowering her eyelashes.

“Sir, do you remember last night’s promise?”

From the two knights, ‘What? Last night? When and where did you make a promise with Her Imperial Highness?’ their intense gaze caught Celtic’s mind off guard. He wanted to get rid of her or say ‘What you were talking about?’. However, he couldn’t have the lady embarassed to overcome the immediate situation. So Celtic bowed his head.

“Of course. Will you give me the honor to escort Her Imperial Highness the Princess?” The Princess laughed shyly and grabbed Celtic’s arm. Celtic disappeared with the Princess after leaving Gereint and Gareth to wait.

Gereint said, scratching his chin with a razor.

“It seems that Sir Celtic is not targeting Her Imperial Highness’ ladies-in-waiting, but Her Imperial Highness the Princess itself?”

Gereint stopped talking.

“He has come to grab both fatal romance and political gains. Durak will continue to win and win through the marriage with the imperial family. I envy him.” Gereint, who had been fascinating about Celtic’s love affair for a long time, shut up.

It was because Gareth, who was supposed to be talking louder than him by now, was quiet. Gareth was staring at where the knight and the Princess had disappeared with a pale face.

“Her Imperial Highness is not allowed.”

“Are you jealous of Sir Celtic? Are you dreaming of raising your status after marrying Her Imperial Highness the Princess? You are more innocent in terms of looks than you are.”

“Don’t say anything scary! Am I aiming for Her Imperial Highness because I’m crazy!?” Gareth tore his head and screamed. “All the other women are fine. But not as much as Her Imperial Highness! I can’t tell you why, but it’s a shortcut to shame!”

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If Gareth had seen it, the path to the garden of the imperial palace, which would have been named ‘Shortcut to Defeat God’, was all muddy. Even if it was Celtic wearing long boots, it wasn’t easy for the Princess in a dress pulled to the floor to walk. It was before Celtic suggested that they would change the walking location.

The princess rolled the hem of yer long dress with one hand and rolled it up to her knees. Her thin ankles and shins were clearly revealed. The princess jumped like a child and entered the trail. It seemed that the water from the mud splashed and stained her shin, but she did not care. Celtix looked away as he felt the day was getting hot.

“Your Imperial Highness the Princess. Please get in shape…”

The Princess stopped walking and looked round and round at Celtic. Her golden blonde hair on her shoulder gently rose into the air and sank again. The blue eyes of the Princess were as thin as a black moon.

“You’ll keep this a secret from my brother, too, right?” Somehow, Celtic couldn’t find the right answer. It was due to the princess’ immature behavior. Because of the muddy water in her pearly white shin…

No, no…

This is because the Princess’ smiling face is very similar to Aurest. It was a distant past when Celtic said the last time he said no in front of Aurest. That is why he did not come up with words that could reject the words of the Princess who resembles Aurest. Celtic stumbled and barely spoke a word.

“Yes…”

The princess burst out laughing like a bell and looked ahead again. Celtic only moved his steps after his eyes were fixed firmly on the back of the Princess’ head. As many people often do, proper words only came to mind late. Celtic thought it was too late, but he opened his mouth.

“I dare say in front of Your Imperial Highness. You’d better be careful in front of the other knights. It could be your flaw.”

“I know, but in front of you, I thought it would be okay.” The princess, who answered calmly, fluttered and went ahead. Celtic think about what would be the meaning of the Princess’ words.

Light, irregular footsteps and heavy, regular footsteps echoed in the quiet garden. The princess spread her hand, which did not hold the hem of her dress, and swept the leaves.

The rain dew on the leaves sprang up and struck the Princess and Celtic on their cheeks. Looking at Celtic, who was wiping his cheeks with a frown on his face, the Princess giggled as such it what was so funny. Celtic laughed and talked.

“You look very happy.”

“I saw the Lord wet in the rain earlier. I’ve been thinking about you since then.” Then the Princess said playfully. “Sir Celtic seems to suit his wet look very well.”

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“I’ll walk in the rain again and again if Her Imperial Highness wants. Oh, shall I jump into that pond right now? Just give me the command. I’ll do anything.”

“Hahaha… The exaggeration!”

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T/N: I’m scared of Erin… How she manipulate people is fucking scary…