Ten Ways to Make a Difference with the Tyrant - Chapitre 10

'Oui, you don’t want to be close to a crazy person. Je comprends.'

"Votre Majesté. Actually.”

Scarlett looked at the tyrant happily and decided to shoot him another deranged gaze.

“It was a birthday present.”

"…."

“Congratulations on your birthday, Votre Majesté."

En passant, the tyrant didn’t like being congratulated very much.

‘He only told the female lead, so no one else knows.’

There was no particular reason why he hated congratulations’. It was just that they sounded false to him.

Noone genuinely wanted to celebrate the tyrant’s birth, but they still wished him a happy birthday.

The tyrant was different.

‘So you asked the female lead not to congratulate you either?'

‘Dear female lead, just how much does he hate compliments?!'

néanmoins, he never killed anyone just because they had congratulated him.

‘That’s why I have to do it.’

…Just as expected.

At Scarlett’s words, the emperor’s face instantly hardened.

‘My first impression must have gotten worse, droite?'

Scarlett was convinced and grinned at his dazzling face.

Unlike most people smiling in front of him, Scarlett was a little foolishly bright.

‘If you keep smiling like this, you will look a little stupid.’

‘You’re annoyed, droite?'

Scarlett stifled her laughter and relished in the silence.

"……"

The tyrant briefly showed a lethargic expression, devoid of emotion. But the expression disappeared behind a beautiful smile.

It was an eerie sight.

‘I’m not dead, so it’s fine.’

Scarlett continued to smile innocently.

Après un moment, the tyrant opened his mouth.

“Duke Armand.”

Boredom was absent from his expression, unlike the first time Scarlett saw him.

The tyrant addressed the duke, who was attempting to blend into the crowd to avoid catching the eye of the tyrant.

“Oh…Yes, Votre Majesté!"

The duke came running at once and sent Scarlett a nasty glare.

Bien sûr, Scarlett paid him no mind.

“The Lady seems to be in bad shape.”

He was calling her crazy.

Scarlett paid attention to the situation while fully enjoying the emperor’s fantastic visuals that she would never see again.

“Tsk, I will take her back immediately.”

The duke trembled and bowed his head.

C'était un spectacle amusant.

The tyrant nodded and gave it no more thought. pourtant, his gaze lingered on Scarlett.

'Quoi, have you never seen a crazy person before?'

No aristocrat would have done what Scarlett did.

‘At least I was graceful about it.’

Even if he was interested, he wouldn’t want to get close.

‘If I act well, he might inform me of our breakup as soon as I return home.’

After pretending to be shy, Scarlett turned around and winked at the tyrant.

"Pouah…"

"Hic..."

Scarlett saw the tyrant wearing grim expressions.

pourtant, the emperor looked at Scarlett in curiosity.

“I look forward to our next meeting, Votre Majesté."

She bowed, effectively ending their first meeting.

‘If you don’t cancel our engagement, you’ll see a lot of worse things in the future.’

Scarlett strode out of the banquet hall on her own two feet but was thereafter dragged out by the duke.

How comforting.

***

"Quelle disgrâce! Tu es vraiment fou!"

The duke screamed inside of the moving carriage, and his shrieks echoed inside the vehicle. His hands trembled in rage.

His shrieks entered one of Scarlett’s ears and went straight out the other.

‘I’m a little worried. What will happen if I do something even worse than this?'

Would an ordinary person like her be able to endure this?

‘I need to practice.’

Her acting needed to be flawless.

Peu importe, mais. She had many subjects to practice on.

She glanced at the screaming duke.

'Hey, there’s a punching bag.’

‘Very reliable.’

'De toute façon, today was a success, droite?'

She was sure.

He would surely break off their engagement now.

Scarlett was determined to avoid this marriage at all costs!

"Pouah!"

The angry duke became silent when Scarlett broke out into a sullen grin. She imagined her imminent freedom.

Bien sûr, this was only the calm before the storm. But Scarlett didn’t mind.

Izar gazed at her and said, “The smell.”

“Isn’t it lovely? I look good in red.”

C'était la vérité. Scarlett was beautiful.

“Are you drunk?"

Scarlett merely smiled.

The duke grabbed the back of his neck and squeezed his eyes shut.

He must be frustrated he can’t hit her.