The Tyrant Won’t Let Me Go

The Tyrant Won’t Let Me Go Chapter 31.1

“Once the hurdle’s over, you can rest assured, Your Majesty.”

Cedric, relaxed by the words of his imperial doctor, collapsed and buried his face on his palm.

Paul, who had thought he had collapsed, was startled and supported him, but he was still conscious

“That’s a relief…”

At the mournful whisper that was barely audible, the attending doctor came forward and said.

“She suffered a brief cardiac arrest, but his Majesty immediately put pressure on the count’s heart and gave artificial respiration, so it’s not a big problem now. There’s no special trauma or internal injuries.”

The doctor, who was raising his glasses, stopped talking and glanced at Marquis Lauren standing next to him.

“But if it’s a problem, I think it’s because of the Count’s mana.”

Then the Marquis Lauren continued.

“The Magic Research Department said it would quickly bring us tools to suppress the Count’s mana, so please wait a little longer, Your Majesty.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Cedric, who had dark circles under his eyes because he’s still nervous about when Ciel would wake up or what would happen to Ciel, answered in a weak voice.

“And the pursuit of those who released the lion would be over soon, so please rest assured.”

At the words of the Marquis Lauren, the sound of grinding teeth resounded.

“I promise to catch them no matter what.”

Red-blood eyes flashed coldly.

“Make sure to catch them.”

The Marquis of Lauren had never seen Cedric angry in front of him.

The original Cedric had a gentle personality, and unlike the previous Emperors of Deamant, he didn’t like to fight.

There was a pure intent to kill in his eyes.

“I would cut off their heads and hang them before the gates of the city.” (Cedric)

Marquis Lauren nodded quietly.

“As you wish.”

The only thing left for Cedric, who forcibly calmed down his fiery anger.

“It’s okay you should go now.”

At the sound of his exhausted voice, Marquis Lauren and the imperial doctor quietly left the room.

After seeing the scene, Paul quietly spoke, looking at Cedric, whose eyes had become sharper.

“Would you mind if I leave my seat?” (Paul)

“Then, thank you.”

After saying goodbye, Paul also left, only Cedric and the sleeping Ciel were left in the room.

Even in a dimly lit room with only a single ray of light coming in through the thick curtains, her silver hair gleamed in the moonlight.

Cedric, who was staring blankly at her hair as if he was mesmerized, pulled up the blanket to Ciel’s neck in case Ciel was cold.

In the quiet room, only the sound of Ciel’s even breathing could be heard.

Cedric thought it was rather fortunate.

Halfway through, Ciel doesn’t seem to be breathing harshly, so the illusion of her falling down after using the torpedo doesn’t disappear from his mind, so he had to pay close attention over and over again and understand her pulse.

As the people left and the two of them were left alone, guilt flooded in again.

Ciel’s face, lying on the bed, looked paler than usual, so Cedric couldn’t stand it.

‘It shouldn’t be like this.’

‘Could it be that the decision to keep her by my side for a few more years was wrong?’ (Cedric)

He wondered if he was being punished for dragging Ciel, who knew nothing of it, into the oath.

‘If it wasn’t for that oath…’

It was true that Ciel made an oath as a child in the hope that she would be by his side longer.

But Cedric never dreamed that the day would come when he would have Ciel by his side using the oath as an excuse.

Until he obtained an oracle about Caliberne from the temple he visited three years before his coming-of-age ceremony.

It was the first time in about 170 years that the oracle about the ‘Caliberne‘ came down.

Cedric learned that Ciel might have been the one who absorbed the Caliberne through the new oracle, and that if the owner of the Caliberne didn’t appear after 11 years, all the countries of the continent would no longer seek it.

As much as the heavy nickname of the ‘sword of absolute victory’, Caliberne’s burden was heavy.

‘Fortunately, when I sneakily asked Ciel if she knew what ‘Caliberne‘ was, it seemed like she didn’t really know.’

Cedric saw Ciel answering what the heck it was, and concluded that if she was the owner of Caliberne, then she didn’t know that she had absorbed Caliberne.

Those who went around saying that they had absorbed Caliberne were conciliated, subjugated, tortured, or killed.

Besides, not all of them were actually the owners of Caliberne.

The kings’ obsession with the sword of victory was so fanatical that they killed all those suspected of absorbing Caliberne.

Fortunately, Ciel was unaware that she had absorbed Caliberne, so that was unlikely to happen.

That’s why Cedric didn’t inform Ciel of Caliberne after a long discussion with the Emperor.

There was nothing good about knowing the content, and rather, it could prevent those who don’t know from aiming for Caliberne.

And Cedric finally decided to keep Ciel within his reach for 11 years.

No matter how much Ciel had absorbed Caliberne, I thought no one would dare to touch the knight commander of the Emperor of Deamant.

Cedric was now realizing that his thoughts were arrogant.

“Ciel.”

Even if I muttered the name of the most lovely person, the answer wouldn’t return.

I don’t want to lose you. I could never let you go.

“Sorry…”

At the end of the blanket, a crying voice came out of Cedric’s lips.

The Tyrant Won’t Let Me Go Chapter 31.2

“So, you mean the traces of mana were cut off at the entrance to the village?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Lucia, the head of the magic research department, replied with her head bowed down.

Marquis Lauren, who received the results from Lucia, sighed deeply.

“That’s unregistered magic.”

“Yes, so I believed that they were commoners, new awakeners, or a foreigner.”

“No, that doesn’t make any sense.”

The Marquis Lauren put the result sheet down on the table and said.

“Even if those people moved, it might be a noble who’s actually controlling them behind the scenes.”

“But it’s impossible to find the roots from the beginning.”

Lucia raised her eyebrows and glanced at Marquis Lauren.

“You have to follow the branches to find the roots.” (Lucia)

“Did you examine the lion’s body?” (Lauren)

Lucia answered Marquis Lauren and turned around.

“Of course. The manager burned it down like a whole roast, but the analysis itself wasn’t as difficult as I thought.” (Lucia)

He then returned with another test paper.

Marquis Lauren, who received the examination paper handed over by Lucia, squinted and looked down the examination paper.

“After all, it was in a state of being reinforced by an explosive.”

“Yes. I roughly expected it after hearing the testimony of the knights and wizards at the scene, but sure enough, it was.”

After listening to Lucia, he nodded and sighed.

“Well, no matter how you look at it, it was strange. Although it was a Nemesis lion, it’s not a creature that wouldn’t fall down even if it was struck by lightning.” (Lauren)

“Yes. That’s right. Explosives are a kind of drug that didn’t appear in the Deamant Empire. When the detailed ingredient checklist comes out tomorrow, we should try to find the source by combining the information well.”

“Okay. Well done.” (Lauren)

The Imperial Palace Wizards who were engaged in practical tasks such as security, defense, search, or facility repair, and the Magic Research Department, which produced and provided useful equipment for wizards and magic swordsmen, and engaged in the research on magical powers, were all doing their best.

Less than three months after the Emperor ascended the throne, a force aimed at him appeared.

If he did not step firmly behind it in the beginning, it would have been a great threat to the imperial power in the future.

‘In the first place, trying to assassinate in a place full of knights and wizards. It’s true that he’s a bold guy.’

Or the background behind it has a great power that couldn’t be ignored.

“I’ll also find out about the Nemesis’ lions at the smuggling control department tomorrow.”

The Marquis Lauren got up from his seat and refined his clothes.

“Oh, Marquis, wait a minute!”

Lucia, who hurriedly called in Marquis Lauren that was about to leave, returned with a wooden box in the office’s bookshelf.

“It’s finished, so please pass it on to His Majesty.”

After receiving the box from Lucia, the Marquis felt the pain as if his arm was about to fall from the weight of the box, and in the end he used magic to float the box.

“Why was it so heavy?”

The box floating in the middle of the room looked old, but it had a luxurious design.

The lid and seams of the box made of pure gold, and the tiger thorn pattern carefully engraved on it, gave off a profound yet sophisticated look.

“Well, the equipment itself was a bit heavy…”

“Really? The Count would use it. It shouldn’t be too heavy?”

With that said, the Marquis touched the box given by Lucia.

“May I take a look?”

“Oh, yes. His Majesty told me to do so if the Marquis asked.”

Hearing Lucia’s answer, the Marquis opened the box without hesitation, and at the same time, he hardened.

Lucia, who rolled her eyes anxiously and stared at Marquis Lauren, closed the box again and tried to cover the situation with a smile.

“Well, Marquis. It would be alright. His Majesty said any shape was fine.”

However, Marquis Lauren didn’t seem to think so.

“Should I have made it this way…?”

Lucia was sweating profusely at the voice of the Marquis, who couldn’t escape the shock and fear.

“That’s because I’ve never made mana control equipment for high-ranking people… This was the only thing that could sufficiently suppress the Count’s mana.”

Upon hearing Lucia’s answer, Marquis sighed.

He thought that when the Count woke up later, he had to explain well so that she didn’t faint in surprise.

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“Okay. You mean you handled that dirty bastard that you gave money to, right?”

“Yes.”

The man with the red hair raised the corners of his mouth sullenly as the man in the white robe gave a frivolous answer.

“Very well, good job.”

“Thank you.”

Looking at the saluting man wearing the white robe, the man with flaming red hair leaned forward and whispered.

“Then, should we hear the results you brought?”

The man who was kneeling in front of him, who blinked with a creepy light on his eyes, lifted his head slowly.

“Yes. To start with, the oracle was true.”

The corners of the mouth of the red-haired man rose in an instant.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

The man who heard the answer couldn’t hold back his laughter now.

He thought everything was over, but he didn’t know things would go this well.

It all started with a glimmer of suspicion, because he didn’t expect it to come with such a sure guarantee check.

It really felt like he had won the lottery with a definite result.

“You seem pretty sure of what you’re saying.”

The red-haired man leaned against the back of the chair and chuckled.

“Was there any reason?”

The man in the white robe calmly raised his head.

In the dark hat, the black eyes gave off a murky light.

“With these two eyes, I saw the Emperor of Deamant use lightning.”

“Lightning?”

“Yes.”

Rumors that the Crown Prince of Deamant, who inherited the blood of a magic swordsman, couldn’t even awaken his sword, spread far from the Empire.

Then one day, the rumor that he suddenly awakened the sword was still strange, but he caught the solid evidence.

“Yeah… You’re right.”

The corners of his lips that were raised slantedly contained an evil smile.

“In a normal case, there would be no way an Emperor who had no magic power to awaken even his sword would suddenly be able to use that difficult attack.”

Despicable, mean golden eyes flashed in the darkness.

Like the eyes of a snake who found its prey.

A voice stained with madness resonated throughout the quiet room.

“Caliberne was inside of Cedric Deamant.”