Ten Ways to Make a Difference with the Tyrant
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It was a safe zone in the center of the capital.

It was a useless land but could not be removed, so the Imperial Palace once owned it.

It was also the only land that could be sold even though the Imperial Palace owned it.

It was also very cheap.

‘Although no one dares to buy it.’

However, shortly after the original story began, the capital’s safe zone was transformed into a bonanza in no time.

This was because the fairies who lived in the safe zone got entangled with the female lead.

“Fairies. Hmm.”

There.

“If the fairy recognizes you, you can have very good treasures.”

The Fairy Stone was the most expensive treasure in the world.

Scarlett was going to sell it.

And that afternoon…

As soon as Scarlett went to the bank to get some money, a reply letter arrived from the Imperial Palace.

“What…”

The contents were the official schedule for the month of the tyrant.

***

It was a long day.

Charleans looked around in the dark bedroom and threw his sword away before climbing into bed.

(T/N: I misread it and previously tl-ed him as Charlemagne T.T)

His body felt heavy.

His eyelids were heavy, and his head was even heavier.

“Congratulations on your birthday, Your Majesty.”

“……”

Her smiling face was strangely dazzling.

It wasn’t just pretty, it was just…

It felt sore to the eyes.

“How absurd,” Charleans muttered with his eyes closed.

He wasn’t in a good mood.

Probably because it was the first time someone had smiled so brightly at him.

Ominous prophecies and rumors had always haunted him.

His deep, chilling aura made it impossible for anyone to genuinely smile at him.

Charleans was well-aware of his own perception.

But she had defied his expectations. She had shattered the norm.

What he went through today was so significant it may seem trivial.

This feeling…

It wasn’t bad.

With a calm face, he brooded on his feelings for a while.

Then he recalled a report that he had received when he chose her as his fiance.

He quickly stood up.

“Scarlet Armand.”

And after some time, he was sure.

Today was the first time she saw him in person.

And as he saw firsthand, the report, which his intelligence chief investigated, was quite suspicious.

‘It’s outrageous.’

In the reports, she was stated as being ferocious, but Charleans found it unlikely that a young lady would be such a human being.

You may not know everything just by looking at it once.

He was a person who could notice a lot of things at a glance.

The Armand family was the oldest family on the continent, along with the imperial family, Caliord, and the now-disappeared Raphael.

Even the emperor could not ignore their power.

‘I’ve only examined the superficial appearance. I should do a deeper investigation.’

In fact, the process of making her a fiance was not easy.

People risked their lives to oppose.

Nevertheless, it was enforced because it had a purpose.

‘Toward the Armand family.’

He didn’t have any other ideas about her.

He suddenly realized that he had been digging into only one person for quite some time.

He was grasping it from a very sober perspective, but he kept thinking…

The moment he realized it, he hesitated.

And.

“……”

His purple eyes gave a smile.

He finally concluded something about that strange lady, who was seemingly crazy.

“Let’s wait and see.”

‘Or else, you’ll die exceptionally horribly.’

With a rather cold smile, he decided to keep an eye on her.

***

The next morning…

The tyrant, Charleans Caliord, called together his most reliable people and ordered a reinvestigation of Scarlett Armand.

“But I still had something to report…”

Only

Chancellor Clover, who had dark green eyes, staggered into the office.

He held sheets of papers within his dry hands.

“This is too much. It’s just the morning.”

“Your Majesty, I assure you this won’t take long. You’ve already had breakfast, so you have to work.”

Chancellor Clover smiled, enunciating his dark circles and rotten smile.

Charleans glanced at the stack of papers indifferently and lightly nodded.

If he continued to consist, he would likely have to suffer through an earful about having slept for two hours yesterday.

The chancellor put the papers on Charleans’s desk and sighed.