The tyrant Wants To Live Honestly Chapter 2

“Dorothea is so pretty. I love that my baby girl is Dorothea.”

 

Ray’s eyes twinkle and shine despite my reaction. What do you think is pretty?

 

Even though he reacted bluntly every time, Ray persisted in pouring out a barrage of affection towards me.

 

“I’m not pretty.”

 

“Isn’t it pretty? Who says our Dorothea is not pretty?”

 

Ray placed her hands on her waist and raised her eyebrows fiercely.

 

“Me”

 

“No, Dorothea! Dorothea is so pretty!”

 

Ray grabbed my shoulders and dragged me to the mirror.

 

Ray put me face-to-face in front of the mirror.

 

“Look! Pretty! There is no other baby in the world as pretty as Dorothea!”

 

He insisted firmly, pointing to me in the mirror.

 

I followed him and looked in the mirror.

 

As Ray said, there was a pretty girl standing in the mirror.

 

Blonde and blue eyes that prove that he is related to Ray. The facial features, which were densely located on the white skin, were clearly performing their roles even though they were still young.

 

Obviously, the external components were pretty good.

 

Actually, even before the return, I got a lot of compliments about my appearance.

 

My servants who followed me praised my beauty almost every day.

 

‘You are truly beautiful today.’

 

‘The most beautiful and greatest in the world.’

 

I gladly gave wealth and power to those who whisper sweet words to me.

 

And they drove me to death. Pointing your finger at him as a tyrant.

 

So I no longer believe what people say to me that I am beautiful.

 

expressionlessness reflected in the mirror. indifferent eyes. Lips that have forgotten how to smile.

 

There was not even a clue of the word loveliness in the dry expression.

 

Far from being cute, it looked like a porcelain doll with a creepy atmosphere.

 

‘Okay. this is me.’

 

“Look, Dorothea.”

 

Ray looked at my reflection in the mirror and smiled over and over again.

 

“Not pretty.”

 

I turned my head away from the mirror.

 

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“The first Emperor Milanaire had a spirit stone of light, but it was lost when it came to Theresia.”

 

The nanny was reading a children’s book to me and she told me about the spirit stone of light.

 

It was a pretty elaborate explanation, but the problem was that it was wrong.

 

“Nanny, the disappearance of the Spirit stone of Light happened during the time of Coresus.”

 

There is a difference of nearly a hundred years between Theresia and Corresus, but they confuse them.

 

The nanny closed her eyes for a moment, then looked for another book.

 

The nanny who looked through the family line of the imperial family looked at me with her mouth wide open.

 

“Oh My God! Princess, are you memorizing all the genealogy of the Milanaires?”

 

The nanny was amazed when she saw me memorizing the entire family tree of the Milanaires.

 

Oops. I should have pretended not to know.

 

The family tree of Milanaire was memorized early even before the return, so I said it too familiarly.

 

“Your Majesty the Emperor should know this… !”

 

The nanny beat me on the knee and felt sorry for me.

 

A princess two years younger than Ray can memorize the family line of the imperial family that Ray can’t memorize yet.

 

The nanny was pretty proud of me being smart.

 

But I quietly shook my head.

 

That person doesn’t need to know. The Emperor Carnan Milanaire. In other words, my father.

 

But I found it very difficult to associate him with the word father. To be honest, the word ‘father’ felt like an unfamiliar foreign language.

 

An unfamiliar word that can be roughly translated into a certain meaning, but whose etymology or exact meaning is unknown.

 

I was connected by the blood of Carnan and Milanaire, but that blood line meant nothing to me. Apparently, I inherited blonde hair and blue eyes, but I didn’t inherit the important Milanaire qualifications.

 

‘So I’ve never seen His face before.’

 

When I returned, I was six years old. I haven’t seen my parents’ faces since I opened my eyes.

 

My mother died shortly after giving birth to me, and Carnan was indifferent to me.

 

How hard was it to get the attention of Carnan, who was so indifferent in the past?

 

I mean, even if I fell in front of him on purpose, I showed off my cleverness, I worked hard to do better than Ray, and I tried to be grumpy.

 

But in the end, he didn’t look after me. The first reason I hated Ray was probably Carnan.

 

Unlike me, Ray received a lot of attention and love from Carnan. Carnan’s time, which was not allowed for me, was allowed only for Ray.

 

Ray received gifts from Carnan without doing anything, ate together, and could ask any questions he had.

 

Why do you care more about playing in the dirt or your favorite Ray, who fools around every day?

 

I study hard, I am good at swordsmanship, and I can draw the complicated sentences of the Milanaire imperial family without making any mistakes.

 

So I hated Ray.

 

Tormenting him as much as he could and taking what he possessed was the only way to release his character.

 

The more I did, the more Carnan hated me, and my relationship with him entered an endless vicious cycle.

 

‘Don’t let Dorothea leave the room for a month.’

 

Even when he was scolding and punishing me, Carnan didn’t look me in the eyes and gave orders to the servants and nanny.

 

I longed for love, but my life was too ugly to be loved.

 

Like reaching out to catch the beautiful moon, my love has always been one-sided and unreachable.

 

It seems that Carnan wanted me to cut my branches and grow them into a poor tree, but unfortunately I was born with a tough temperament like a weed.

 

Feeding on anger and resentment, the seeds of evil grew.

 

The birth of the tyrant Dorothea Milanaire, who is jealous, trampled on, robbed, and greedily devoured others.

 

‘Come now, what does that matter have to do with the reason?’

 

I didn’t mean to blame them because I realized that even imputing my sins to others is pointless.

 

It’s probably just my fault for being unlovable. It’s all my fault for being so ugly and crooked that I couldn’t even fall in love.

 

‘But it’s okay now.’

 

Still, thanks to my second birthday, I did not feel sorry for Carnan.

 

‘Cause there’s nothing more to look forward to. Rather, I thought that it would not be bad to live without seeing a single shadow of Carnan for the rest of my life.’

 

I’m tired of trying and longing to be loved. I feel tired.

 

I just want to live like an old object thrown into an empty room and go quietly as if it rots with the passage of time.

 

But unlike me, the nanny sighed deeply, as if she was disappointed by Carnan’s indifference.

 

“His Majesty will surely be delighted to see the Princess.”

 

No, nanny. That person is not like that.

 

I should have dried the nanny a little more aggressively that day.

 

* * *

 

“Princess, shall we go for a walk over there today?”

 

Perhaps the nanny wanted to catch the wind, so she suggested taking a walk in a direction she didn’t usually go for.

 

The imperial palace was very spacious, and there were many gardens to take a walk in.

‘That’s Alice’s Garden.’

 

Alice was the name of my mother whom I had never seen before. An idyllic garden created by Carnan for Alice, who misses her hometown.

 

That’s why it was called ‘Alice’s garden’.

 

‘The atmosphere was pretty good, so I liked it too.’

 

Before I returned to the throne, I used to spend time there occasionally.

 

I wondered if I could calm my heart even a little in a place that wasn’t flashy but modest and quiet.

 

“Alright.”

 

So I stupidly accepted the nanny’s will.

 

The nanny took me to Alice’s garden with a pretty happy face. Alice’s garden presented a warm landscape where evening smoke seemed to rise.

 

A pond where water lilies grow, brier and wisteria, cattails swaying in the breeze, a small stream and a water wheel, and a small wooden arch bridge.

 

A garden that is natural and simple, but with that much effort…

 

The nanny took me to the bridge across the pond.

 

“Princess! Look over there. The carp is swimming.”

 

The nanny spoke like a child and pointed to the pond.

 

In the pond, beautiful Fish that had been airlifted from a distant area were swimming.

 

The fish cut through the water and occasionally came up to the surface and murmured something.

 

The nanny asked me if I would like to feed the fish, and she held small brown pellets in her hand.

 

I thought it would be great to feed the Fish, and the fish would have to eat too, so I sprinkled the fish food the nanny gave me into the pond.

 

At that moment, though.

 

“Your Majesty!”

 

The nanny suddenly shouted loudly, and I was startled and threw all the fish food into the pond. Because of this, the fish entangled in the water fluttered and splashed the water.

 

‘Your Majesty?’

 

Abandoning the fish that flocked to eat, I turned around and saw Carnan enjoying a walk with his servants there.

 

Only then I realize that this was the nanny’s wicked scheme.

 

When she asked to go to a garden I hadn’t been to in years, I had to figure out there was a purpose!

 

A few days ago, she had been singing a song saying that the majesty must see the Princess.

 

‘I were as stupid as Ray!’

 

Being deceived by the nanny, I.  couldn’t be so pathetic.

 

But I couldn’t escape because Carnan’s gaze was already on me. I hid behind the nanny.

 

Carnan’s eyes, as they were walking from afar, were focused on the nanny and me.

 

“Meet, Your Majesty the emperor.”

 

The nanny got down on her knees and greeted him, and I still hid behind her. Carnan’s brow wrinkled at my rude manner of skipping greetings, but I kept my mouth shut.

 

If you think it’s rude, there’s no father who left the child unattended until she was six years old.

 

Then you wouldn’t want me to greet you with a smile.

 

“Who dares to come into Alice’s garden?” Carnan asked, displeased.

 

‘I knew it. You don’t recognize me.’

 

Before my return, I had met him earlier and often because I cried because I wanted to see my father.

 

“I am a nanny of Princess Dorothea Milanaire.”

 

“Dorothea Milanaire?”

 

Carnan’s gaze met me, and he wrinkled his brow.

 

“Ah…It’s driving me crazy.”

 

‘crazy?’

 

I quietly swallowed a breath of empty air.

 

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