I’m the Only One Who Can Put the Tyrant To Sleep Chapter 102

Seeing Caesar’s expression, Olche gently tried to reassure him.

“Didn’t the Lady say she would signal us with her movements if anything happened? Please don’t worry too much.”

The tracker Katana had crafted with her skill was incredibly delicate—and accurate. It could detect Evelyn’s movements even if she only took a few steps.

That’s exactly what Evelyn had intended to use: she said she would express her will through the tracker. Spinning in circles in one spot meant it was time to move in.

“Maybe something’s happened, and she can’t move. She might be restrained somewhere.”

Caesar anxiously stared at the magic device. The tiny dot marking Evelyn’s location hadn’t budged from the same spot for a while now.

“Let’s wait just a little longer. Isn’t the Lady someone we can trust?”

Olche was right. No matter what the situation was, Evelyn always took the lead. She always found a breakthrough. They had to believe in her.

Besides, the worst-case scenario hadn’t happened yet. If Evelyn were to lose her life, the tracker inside her would disappear as well.

‘As long as that dot keeps blinking…’

Caesar gripped the sword at his waist tightly. Everything—building strength, learning swordsmanship, awakening his powers—was all to protect Evelyn.

And yet here he was, doing nothing. Swallowed by helplessness, Caesar murmured softly.

“…Tomorrow morning.”

“Sir?”

“If there’s no signal by tomorrow morning, we’ll start the infiltration plan right away.”

Olche nodded, as if he had no choice.

 

 

 

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Ian Bryden climbed the stairs. Unlike the chilly basement, the main floor of the cabin looked cozy, like any ordinary home.

Ian lit the fireplace and boiled some water. He planned to make himself a warm cup of tea.

He walked into the kitchen attached to the living room and sat at the wooden table, taking a glass vial from inside his coat.
A satisfied smile spread across his face.

He needed a large amount of suppressant. Evelyn’s blood wasn’t infinite, so he had to figure out a way to make more with less.

Unlike Ian’s guide—an orphan no one cared about—there were plenty of people looking for Evelyn.

Ian moved to the window and peeked outside through a gap in the curtains. Nothing seemed out of place, but he was sure soldiers were hiding nearby.

‘Wonder when they’re planning to move in.’

Just then, the kettle gave a high-pitched whistle. As Ian moved to fetch the tea leaves, the innermost door of the cabin creaked open.

“…Ian?”

It was a girl’s voice. Ian instantly put on a smile—his eyes squinting and lips curving upward.

“Awake already? No more sleep?”

Stepping forward, he casually tucked the glass vial back into his coat.

Ian’s voice was very gentle. Reassured, the girl’s face relaxed.

“What are you doing up, Ian?”

“I had a few things to take care of. I was about to make some tea… Would you like to join me?”

“Yeah!”

She quickly came over to the kitchen and sat across from him, swinging her feet in the air. Ian soon prepared two cups of tea.

The two of them sat across from each other as if this had been their routine for years.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Mm… Not really. Just a little…”

There was something odd—the girl’s expression seemed dazed. Her eyes looked unfocused, and although she was smiling, her gaze sometimes trembled with unease.

“Maybe the noise bothered you. We had a visitor downstairs.”

“A visitor?”

“Yes. Are you curious?”

As he spoke, Ian stared directly at the girl. She started to answer, but then closed her mouth.

“…No, not curious at all. I’m more curious about when you’re going to sleep!”

She showed no interest at all in the person who might be downstairs—who might have come to save her. Instead, she seemed far more concerned about when Ian, whom she’d only known for a few days, would go to bed.

Ian smiled with satisfaction, impressed by his own ability.

The girl sitting across from him was none other than Floria.

She had no idea she’d been kidnapped. In fact, it wasn’t entirely wrong to say she hadn’t been.

She came here on her own.

Testing the waters, Ian asked lightly:

“Don’t you miss your mom? Or your brother?”

Floria’s eyes clouded for a moment.

“Your Highness?”

“Huh? Oh.”

Then, at Ian’s urging, she smiled brightly again.

“I do miss them… but it’s okay because I have you, Ian.”

A perfectly model answer—like someone had taught her.

“That’s good to hear.”

Ian smiled as he set down his teacup.

“Then shall we go to bed now?”

“What about you? Are you going to sleep too?”

“Once Your Highness falls asleep.”

Ian led Floria back to the room she came from. There was a cozy bed, and that was it. No other furniture. No window.

Still, Floria didn’t find that odd in the slightest.

Ian tucked her into bed and gently patted her. Floria yawned and closed her eyes. Soon, soft breathing could be heard.

Once he confirmed she was sound asleep, Ian quietly left the room.

He crossed the hall to the room beside the kitchen. It was locked with a key, but of course, that wasn’t a problem for Ian.

Inside were glass vials of all sizes, filled with crimson liquid. Ian took the vial of Evelyn’s blood and placed it among them.

He didn’t know when the soldiers would storm in. The sooner he made the suppressant, the better.

He dropped a single drop of blood into a clean vial and used his ability. Repeating the process, he gradually increased the amount of blood to find out exactly how much was needed to produce the suppressant.

The experiments continued all through the night.

The next morning, Ian went to see Evelyn. To extract more blood. He entered the cell as if it were second nature.

Evelyn was still collapsed in the same position as yesterday. Ian helped her sit up and gave her a little water and food.

“It works incredibly well.”

“…What?”

Evelyn barely came to her senses, answering weakly.

“Your blood. I was able to make suppressant with only a tiny bit. I ran tests all night.”

Evelyn clenched her teeth at that.

“That’s a compliment. You could be a little happier about it.”

Ian gave her a teasing smile and grabbed her arm. Evelyn shut her eyes tightly, bracing for the pain to come.

Just like yesterday, Ian drew her blood. And just like yesterday, he cauterized the wound with fire.

“Please rest well.”

With that, as if forgetting the cruelty he had just committed, Ian gave a polite bow and left the basement.

Back upstairs, Ian returned to his lab. He placed the new vial of blood beside him and lifted the suppressant he’d successfully created last night.

The pink liquid sloshed inside the glass. Just as Ian was admiring it—

BOOM—CRASH—

A thunderous noise rang out, very close by.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ian tossed the suppressant into his mouth. Gulp— his throat moved.

BAM— The door to the lab, once locked, was shattered open.

“Seize him!”

Knights in full armor rushed in, swords drawn. Ian didn’t flinch. As if he had expected this all along, he thrust both hands forward.

Suddenly, huge boulders erupted from the floor.

“W-What the—!”

“What is that?!”

The knights faltered. These weren’t just rocks—they were shaped like crude human figures.

Each one held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. Of course, the weapons were made of rock too.

They were stone soldiers, created by Ian. He had practiced making them countless times in preparation for a moment like this.

The stone soldiers couldn’t think or make decisions. They only repeated the actions Ian had trained into them. They swung their heavy, blunt swords wildly and used their bodies to crush the knights.

“Aaagh!”

The knights, facing something they’d never seen before, panicked. Their swords either bounced off the hard stone or broke entirely.

The stone soldiers advanced relentlessly. With overwhelming force, they carved out a path for Ian.

The suppressant really is powerful.

Ian could feel his power surging within him, allowing for more precise control than usual.

He calmly walked down the path his stone soldiers had cleared. His plan was to take Floria and Evelyn and escape the cabin. Now that he had Evelyn’s blood, he didn’t need his guide anymore.

Where should I go next…

Even with the battle raging just steps away, he remained completely detached. Then—

“Stop right there.”

A low voice rang out. Ian narrowed his eyes and looked toward the speaker.

It was Caesar. He was walking straight toward Ian, his gaze locked on him.

Ian stopped in his tracks as well. The Emperor himself had come all the way here. A smile crept onto Ian’s lips. A perfect opportunity to kill the Emperor.

At Ian’s command, the stone soldiers charged at Caesar. Being crushed by them would mean instant death.

He came to offer up his life, huh?

Ian could barely hold back his laughter. He could already picture the Emperor’s mangled corpse.

But in the very next instant— The stone soldiers vanished without a trace.