I’m the Only One Who Can Put the Tyrant To Sleep Chapter 107

A letter had arrived for Viscount Krause a few days earlier.

Inside, it contained nothing but a one-sided order from Ian: Attend the late Emperor’s memorial and plant mogofos flowers at the grave.

Mogofos flowers?

The Viscount immediately saw through Ian’s intentions.

The mogofos flower was a plant with toxic seeds. The flower itself wasn’t dangerous—its poison faded as it grew—but because of this trait, it was widely regarded as ominous.

A place where mogofos flowers grow is seen as dead land.

In other words, Ian clearly wanted to tarnish the image of the late Emperor’s resting place with a cursed symbol.

The reason for ordering attendance at the memorial made sense too. Normally, the imperial tombs were strictly protected, but during the memorial, they were open to everyone. If he could avoid being caught, the conditions were perfect.

The problem was that mogofos flowers weren’t easy to find. Because of their bad reputation, they were actively eradicated.

But Ian had already predicted this as well—he added that he would prepare and send everything needed.

The Viscount didn’t like Ian’s letter. There was no way to contact Ian, not even a line of response written.

At first, he thought they were cooperating on equal terms, for mutual benefit. But now, it was like receiving orders from a master.

Even worse, Ian hadn’t said a single word about the kidnapping incident.

The former princess and that maid, Evelyn Chester, both returned unharmed…

What exactly had happened? How had they escaped? Where was Ian now? Why had he kidnapped them in the first place?

The Viscount didn’t know a thing. And yet, he couldn’t ignore Ian’s instructions.

It was true that the flower operation was quite an effective plan. And truthfully, he was afraid of what might happen if he disobeyed.

She clenched the letter in her hand.

…This will be the last time.

She decided that if Ian kept treating her this way even after this mission, then she would have to do something about it.

Some time later, Krause declared at a meeting of the noble faction that he would attend the late Emperor’s memorial.
He gave no explanation why.

Baron seemed especially displeased. After arguing through the entire meeting, he even showed up at the Viscount’s mansion the next day.

“What are you thinking?!”

“What are you talking about?”

Krause looked at the baron, who barged in without any courtesy, with cold disinterest.

“I can’t trust you anymore, Viscount! Think back to the Snow Festival! You swore you wouldn’t attend—then suddenly changed your mind after a few days! And of all places, the princess gets kidnapped at that festival, making the whole noble faction look guilty!”

The baron, shouting furiously, drove the final nail in.

“You also said we’d learn more about the Emperor’s powers—but you’ve said nothing since!”

Krause stared at the baron thoughtfully.

Baron was an ambitious man. He wanted to reduce Krause’s influence in the noble faction and take his place.

Even now, his words sounded like he was defending the faction,
but all he really wanted was to push Krause out.

Still, it was hard to dismiss him as merely greedy. Even Krause admitted it was a suspicious situation. If the baron kept stirring up public opinion, resentment within the faction would definitely grow.

In the end, Krause decided to explain. After all, he could give an answer without revealing Ian.

“I plan to plant mogofos flowers at the grave.”

“What?!”

Krause passed it off as his own idea. Baron’s expression shifted rapidly. After hearing the whole explanation, he left with a frustrated face, clearly unable to find anything to argue back with.

With the baron convinced, there were no major obstacles to the plan. Days passed. The memorial was now a week away.

When is the flower arriving? He said it’d be today…

Late that evening, Krause sat in her study, opening and closing her drawer repeatedly.

There were two kinds of letters the Viscount received. One type came to the official estate—formal, public letters.

The other kind was addressed to a villa registered under a false name—used for secret communication.

Only one caretaker lived at the villa. Under orders, he placed any incoming letters into the desk drawer there.

A transport portal had been set up inside the drawer, so letters from the villa would automatically appear in the drawer at the main estate.

That way, even if trouble arose later, there’d be no evidence that Krause had received the letter.

Few people knew of this address—only certain nobles, Ian, and a handful of trusted informants.

Because of that, letters delivered this way were extremely reliable.

The moment she opened the drawer again, something dropped with a soft thud.

It’s here!

She snatched up the letter. There was no return address, but the envelope was bulky. It had to be the flowers Ian had promised.

Without hesitation, she tore it open and carelessly dumped its contents onto the desk.

Tiny seeds, about the size of fingernails, rolled out.

“…This is—!”

She froze for a second, then quickly grasped the situation.

Startled, she leapt from her chair and covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve. Then she yanked the summoning cord and shouted:

“Steward!”

The door burst open almost immediately.

“What’s the matter?!”

She rushed out of the room, yelling at the stunned steward to dispose of the seeds—and to call for the palace physician.

Out in the hallway, she finally dropped her hand and took a gasping breath.

“Haa… haa…”

Her face twisted with fear and fury.

They were mogofos seeds. The flower wasn’t poisonous, but the seeds were. Especially when exposed to air, they released a deadly toxin.

That envelope was no different from a bomb. And the sender was…

Ian Bryden.

She clenched her teeth hard. There was only one possible sender—Ian. He was the one who had said he’d send the flower.

This couldn’t be a mistake. Ian knew perfectly well how poisonous the seeds were.

The letter had one meaning only:

He tried to kill me.

Murder—or a threat. Krause trembled with a mix of fear and betrayal.

 

 

 

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Meanwhile, in a villa far from the Krause estate. Caesar, Olche, and I were seated in a neatly arranged study.

In the corner of the room, the villa’s caretaker lay unconscious, his hands and feet tied.

“When do you think the letter from Ian will arrive?”

Olche asked, watching the man as if keeping him under surveillance.

“He said it’d come today, so it should be soon.”

“Do you think he’s dead?”

“Who? The caretaker?”

“No. I meant Viscount Krause.”

Olche looked back up at me.

“You said those seeds were really poisonous. If something went wrong…”

Caesar cut in and answered in my place.

“The mogofos seeds are definitely toxic, but they don’t become deadly in just a few seconds. Unless he stupidly didn’t recognize them and started fiddling with them. Besides, the Viscount’s estate must have a physician.”

“Let’s just hope he’s not dumber than we expect.”

Olche gave a small chuckle at my muttered words, spoken with sincerity.

It had only been a few minutes since we placed the envelope with the seeds inside the drawer of this villa. If everything had worked as planned, Krause should have received it by now—and seen the seeds.

He might be gritting his teeth with rage, getting treated by his doctor, filled with a growing desire for revenge against Ian.

“Well, I have to admit—this villa setup is pretty clever.”

Olche looked around and commented.

“I never would’ve guessed there was a transport portal inside that drawer.”

“True. That part is impressive.”

I recalled the first time the Empress told me about Krause’s secret letter delivery method.

It was a meticulous plan—investing heavily in the creation of a transport portal just to ensure secret correspondence.

Of course, once we got the villa’s address through the Empress, all of that became useless to us.

The letter Krause received—the one with the mogofos seeds—wasn’t from Ian.
It was from me.

The goal was simple: make Krause believe that Ian was trying to kill him.

Up until now, Krause had been following Ian’s orders out of fear. But what if he believed Ian was trying to kill him even after following those orders?

That fear would turn into betrayal. And he’d start looking for other options.

Because no matter how much someone values power, their own life always matters more.

He’ll start trying to find a way to save himself.

He’ll realize it’s time to pull himself out of the quicksand.