I’m the Only One Who Can Put the Tyrant To Sleep Chapter 133 - Side Story Chapter 3 - End

Thud—

A bouquet slipped from Caesar’s hand and fell at his feet. At the sound, both Evelyn and the young man turned toward him at once.

“Your Majesty?”

Evelyn’s eyes widened, while the startled man quickly bowed in panic. But Caesar barely noticed him anymore.

“…Eve.”

Caesar’s voice trembled as he finally managed to speak her name. Sensing something was wrong, Evelyn hurried toward him.

“Your Majesty, are you all right?”

“Eve. Just now… just now…”

His shaken eyes locked onto hers.

“Oh—this is Katana’s assistant. His name’s Widen Clark. He works here at the Tower. You’ve probably seen him a few times before.”

Hearing her explanation, Caesar realized the man’s face did seem faintly familiar. Perhaps he had passed by when Caesar came to pick Evelyn up from the Tower before. But he hadn’t cared enough to remember clearly.

“You two…”

He wanted to ask what are you doing here together? What did he mean by ‘please keep it a secret’? But no words came out.

Because if Evelyn told him that it was a secret— Caesar wasn’t sure he could handle what might follow. He didn’t know what he might do, burning with jealousy like this.

“Your Majesty, are you unwell? You look pale.”

Evelyn looked up at him, worried, as Caesar stood silently, fists clenched tight. He simply nodded.

“You’re really not feeling well? Should I call the physician?”

“…Mm.”

“Should I?”

Flustered, Evelyn fussed over him—so typically her, caring for him first despite how they had parted the night before.

Caesar quickly shook his head and gently took her wrist.

“Let’s… go back. To our room.”

His voice came out as a quiet plea. More than anything, he just wanted to be alone with her.

 

 

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During the carriage ride back to the palace, Caesar forced himself to calm down. It must have been nothing serious, he told himself. They weren’t anything to each other—how could they be?

By the time they reached their bedchamber, his color had returned somewhat.

“Your Majesty, are you sure you don’t want me to call the physician?”

Evelyn asked, concern etched across her face, as she guided him to sit on the bed.

“I’m fine.”

“Look at me for a second.”

She suddenly cupped his face in both hands, forcing him to meet her eyes.

And the moment Caesar saw her clear, steady gaze, realization struck him. They were sitting together on the bed. Her hands were touching his skin.

He startled, jerking away as if burned, and slapped her hands aside. It was an overreaction—far too sharp.

Evelyn froze, her expression hardening in an instant. He’d made a mistake.

“Eve, I—”

“What was that?”

Her voice cut in, cold.

“Why are you acting like this?”

“I…”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. I know you’ve been avoiding me these past few days.”

Caesar lowered his head, lips pressed together. He could see Evelyn’s face stiffening more with every second.

Of course he knew how strangely he’d been behaving. He knew how much it must have hurt her.

But how could he possibly say it out loud— that he wanted her so badly he could barely breathe?

It had started a few nights ago. While sleeping, Evelyn had unconsciously wrapped her arms around his waist.

Caesar knew she hadn’t meant anything by it. It had just been a half-asleep gesture—nothing more.

The problem was that he hadn’t been able to ignore it.

That night, Caesar hadn’t slept at all. And since then, he hadn’t been able to look her in the eye. Every moment near her drove him half-mad.

When their hands brushed. When their lips met. When she smiled at him, or even just breathed beside him—

He wanted to touch her. To be closer. Always closer.

He hated himself for it. Just a year ago, he’d vowed to do anything just to stay by her side. And now, this selfish, shameless desire had taken over him.

So he had chosen to avoid her. It was the only way he knew to keep himself in check.

And yet, when he saw her talking with another man— jealousy had torn through him all the same. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.

“…Do you really have nothing to say to me?”

Evelyn’s trembling voice broke the silence. Caesar’s head snapped up, startled. Her eyes shimmered with tears.

“Eve!”

He panicked, hands twitching helplessly in midair— he couldn’t even bring himself to wipe her tears away.

“If you don’t want me,” she said, voice quivering, “then just say so.”

“What?”

“If you’ve grown tired of me, just say it.”

“That’s not—of course not! I could never—Eve, I—”

“Then what is it?!”

Caesar’s fists clenched and opened again, wrinkling the bedsheets. Finally, he spoke, voice low and unsteady.

“I… I just…”

Evelyn waited, silent.

“I love you so much that… I can’t control myself anymore. Whenever I see you, I just— I just want to hold you closer, touch you more… and I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop.”

Evelyn blinked, speechless.  Then, slowly, her face flushed red as his meaning sank in.

“Then… I…”

Her lips parted, trembling, before she reached out. Her fingers brushed his hand—then laced with his.

“Eve…”

“I feel the same way.”

“What?”

She lifted her gaze to meet his. Her eyelashes trembled, but her eyes didn’t waver.

“I want to be closer too.”

For a heartbeat, Caesar just stared—then moved before he could think.

“Eve.”

He pulled her tightly into his arms. Burying his face in her neck, he took a deep, shaking breath. Her trembling body gradually softened in his embrace.

Closer, he thought. I just want to be closer. The longing swelled in him until it hurt. If he could, he would have handed her his heart right then and there.

“Eve…”

Caesar’s voice quivered with emotion. Evelyn’s small hand stroked his back gently, as if to calm him.

 

 

 

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The next morning, I lay sprawled across the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling— my body sore and exhausted from being thoroughly worn out all night.

Now that the whirlwind of the dawn had passed, curiosity finally crept in.

“Your Majesty, what was that yesterday?”

“Hmm? What was what?”

Caesar, still holding me tightly around the waist, rubbed his face against my chest and asked lazily.

“In the garden at the Magic Tower. Why did you suddenly act like you were sick? And now that I think about it… didn’t you have a bouquet too?”

“Ah…”

Caesar let out a small sigh, hesitating before replying.

“I went there to apologize. The bouquet was for you. But then…”

He lifted his head, face twisting in frustration.

“You were talking with some strange man. Having some suspicious conversation.”

“What?”

What was strange? What was suspicious about that?

“You’d dismissed your guards and maids and were tucked away in a corner of the garden—just the two of you.”

“Well…”

“I heard it, you know. You told him to keep it a secret.”

“…Ah.”

I let out a quiet sigh—then burst into laughter. So that’s what he’d overheard. And of all moments, that one. I could practically picture the misunderstanding written all over his face.

“So what exactly were you talking about?”

“You already heard it. It’s a secret.”

“What?”

Caesar’s expression crumpled in shock.  Pouting, I turned my back to him.

“Eve!”

He hugged me tighter, careful not to hurt me, and lightly bit my shoulder in protest.

“You’re really not going to tell me?”

His voice sounded wounded, so much like a sulking child that I nearly laughed again. But I forced my voice to stay firm and serious.

“I said it’s a secret.”

“Eve…”

The defeated tone in his voice made the corners of my mouth curl up involuntarily.

“And I think I’ll ask Katana to teach me a bit of magic.”

“Magic? All of a sudden?”

“It just seems fun.”

“Wait—didn’t that guy work at the Tower? Eve, you’re not saying… you can’t be…”

“I don’t knooow.”

Caesar’s voice wavered like he was on the verge of tears.  I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

I did feel bad for Widen—but I decided to let Caesar stew in his little misunderstanding just a bit longer. A tiny act of revenge for all the frustration he’d caused me these past few days.

 

 

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