The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

room.”

Clara rushed to the infirmary where Theon had told her to see Dorothea, who was not feeling well.

When Clara left, only Ray and Theon remained.

Theon glanced at Ray.
There were tears in Ray’s eyes.
Ray, who was overflowing with happiness when he came down here, was no longer.

“I didn’t mean to come.”

“No.
It’s because of me.”

Ray laughed bitterly.

Feeling pity for that, Theon quietly patted Ray on the back.

He knew best how much Ray looked forward to meeting Dorothea, so he could best understand how Ray was feeling right now.

Ray used to talk about Dorothea as usual.
Especially after sending a letter to Dorothy, every day he asks, ‘Will I get a reply today? Will I get a reply when I return to the palace?’ 

Dorothea was the person Ray was waiting for with a face full of excitement.

However, as days went by without a reply, Ray became quieter.  But just because he didn’t say it didn’t mean he didn’t wait for Dorothea’s reply.

When he goes back to the palace, he always checks first to see if he has a letter from Dorothea, and then turns around quietly.

“It must have been that I came here for no reason and she felt worse.
I am not a member of the imperial family, nor am I close to the princess…”

Theon, who was comforting Ray, stopped talking.

What caught his eye was a small handkerchief next to Dorothea’s bed.

The embroidery on the corner was the coat of arms of Prince Fried.

The handkerchief, which is very different from this villa, the space of Milanaire, was folded like a very precious object and placed in the center of the side table as if it was displayed.

‘Why is it there?’

Theon remembered giving her a handkerchief a long time ago while dusting off Dorothea’s.

Dorothy, the princess, doesn’t have a handkerchief, so it must not be that she is still using his handkerchief.

‘I thought she would have thrown it away…’

It didn’t matter, Dorothea didn’t like Theon.
maybe.

did you keep the things of the people you don’t like so close to you?

Or did she keep it so she could return it when Theon came? But by the bedside?

The handkerchief was obviously his, but Theon looked like a code that the handkerchief could not break.

* * *

Ethan knew who he was from an early age.

His mother was a woman selling herself in a bar, while his father, who was difficult to call his father, was a great duke.
He was born and grew up with his mother for four years before coming to this duke’s family.
The mother needed money and could not afford to raise the child.

The duke did him better than expected.
Not only the duke, but most of the people of this spacious duke’s mansion favored him.

It was thanks to the face that ‘looked like the bitch who slapped the Duke of Bronte’.

Ethan knew from a very early age that his appearance was superior to others.
His world was kinder than others.

There was always sincerity in the vain compliments He heard every day for being handsome.

When someone else smiles, the reaction is different than when he smiles.
When his half-brother Jonathan talks to him, he reacts differently.
The comparison was easy, and he found that a rolled stone shines brighter than an embedded stone.

Is it because he inherited the blood of his mother who worked in a bar? 

He knew how to win the hearts of people.

If you subtract the color of the mother and add the color of the aristocratic Bronte family, the perfect ‘Ethan Bronte’ is completed.

So it was easy for Ethan Bronte to survive in the dukes.

People gave him another piece of chocolate when he smiled, and when he shed a tear, the whole cake came out.

Not even the Duchess could hate him.
No, rather, she cherished him and felt sorry for him.

“What’s wrong with this pretty little child…!”

Ethan’s arrival deteriorated the Duchess’ relationship with the Duke, but neither of them blamed Ethan.

For being innocent of a cute little child.
Ethan paid the most attention to the Duchess.

Everything inside the duke was the wife’s business, so he rolled his head to make him look more like a lovable child.

Fortunately, the eldest son of the Bronte family, Jonathan Bronte, was not so clever.

While Ethan was only doing things that would be pleasing to him, Jonathan had an accident just like children his age.

Ethan liked Jonathan like that.

Compared to the inexperienced Jonathan, Ethan stood out more.
Adults were strange people who hated children to cause accidents even though they were children.
Anyway, thanks to that, Ethan, who was smart and quick-witted, was able to survive.

Ethan especially enjoyed touching Jonathan’s stuff on purpose.

“Ethan! That horse doll is mine!”

When he touched Jonathan’s thing, Jonathan got angry and ran and took the thing violently.

“Ah… !”

Ethan was knocked down by the power of his big brother, and then the servants came running in surprise.

“Master Ethan!”

“Ugh… I was going to shake off the doll because there was dirt on it.”

With a moderate sniff, the servants sided with him, and it was Jonathan who was scolded.