Ten Ways to Make a Difference with the Tyrant - Chapitre 9

He didn’t seem to be aware of Scarlett’s plan, and it appeared that he wasn’t interested at all.

‘That’s fine.’

“Ah…This is the first time I’m meeting my fiance, so I prepared something to show you,” Scarlett said shyly. Avec un sourire triste, elle a continué, “Won’t you take a look, Votre Majesté?"

The tyrant blinked silently.

'Bien, he probably didn’t expect that.’

D'habitude, if he refused someone, they would immediately give you.

He raised a brow and asked, "Ici?"

The banquet hall was filled with curious eyes centered around the tyrant, and Scarlett pretended to be oblivious to their gaze.

As more people began to watch the tyrant, the banquet fall eventually fell silent.

This was a good stage.

“Your Majesty is here right now. Why would I need another time and place?” Scarlett said coquettishly.

Just his presence was enough.

Scarlett excitedly looked at him.

'D'accord, let’s pray to God this works.’

"..."

At Scarlett’s answer, the tyrant’s eyes narrowed.

Mais avant longtemps, his eyes curved into slight half-moons. Bien sûr, Scarlett knew his smile wasn’t genuine, but the sound of his voice was pleasantly sweet.

"Bon. I am prepared not to be surprised.”

It was a warning…

‘It’s okay.’

At least he won’t kill Scarlett because he’s bored.

“I’ll see it once, Miss.” His judgemental gaze eased, and he replied to her indifferently.

"Merci. Puis, please take a good look at it.”

“I’ll show you some magic from now on.” Thrilled, Scarlett grabbed a few nearby wine glasses.

‘Magic?'

The tyrant seemed curious.

‘Perhaps Scarlett Armand is a wizard or something.’

"Maintenant, the color of this dress will turn into a fascinating red,” Scarlett said, interrupting the tyrant’s thoughts.

“……..?"

A mysterious light flashed, and the tyrant was briefly surprised at the mention of magic.

Scarlett began to pour the wine glasses onto her dress.

"Alors!"

She even added noise effects.

The banquet hall quickly fell silent.

"Ahh!"

"Qu-qu'est-ce que tu fais?"

Small shouts began to erupt from all over the place.

Disinterested, Scarlett poured the fifth glass of wine over herself, savoring every moment of it.

"Ah, what a lovely scent!"

Her expression seemed shy at first glance, but it was mixed with genuine joy on closer inspection.

She smiled proudly at the tyrant to see his expression.

‘It’s a success.’

"……"

Light returned to the tyrant’s indifferent eyes.

Scarlett quickly put on an act of shame and disbelief, as if she didn’t know what she had just done.

“…Hah.”

Scarlett cheered at the tyrant’s seemingly displeased sigh.

He must have been thinking, ‘Who is this crazy woman, and where did she come from?'

Pour terminer…

The dress was entirely stained with wine under the searing gaze of the tyrant.

With the suffocating scent of wine on her body, Scarlett thoroughly checked the front and back of her dress.

Puis, le regardant, she smiled shyly and asked, "N'est-ce pas incroyable?"

At Scarlett’s sincere tone, the tyrant opened his mouth, mais aucun mot n'est sorti.

'Oh, now you look human. Your expression is alive!'

(I caaaaannnnnoooottttt)

He gripped his drink in his hand as he narrowed his eyes. Looking at Scarlett, il a dit, "Ah. Oui, c'est incroyable."

Étonnante.

Scarlett was excited to hear such sarcastic words.

“This is the magic I prepared for your Majesty. Je suis heureux que vous ayez aimé."

She acted shy as if she were waiting for him to call her beautiful.

With bated breath, Scarlett fervently gazed at the tyrant.

‘Look carefully. How are you going to marry this crazy person? Droite, Votre Majesté?'

'Avec un peu de chance, I’ll get dismissed with this one blow!'

Soi-disant, the tyrant liked wine and the color of blood.

The color of Scarlett’s dress suited the tyrant’s taste in a peculiar way.

Being treated like a crazy person was nice.

And when Scarlett saw the duke in disbelief, elle était ravie. She was killing three birds with one stone.

Parfait.

"Ah."

A sneaky laugh slipped from the tyrant’s mouth.

“What is funny?"

The corners of the tyrant’s lips were slightly raised.

He blinked before laughing, “Because it was successful.”

"Quoi?"

“You gave me a wonderful and enjoyable experience. Tu l'as fait. Are you proud?” the tyrant asked with a smile.

Tremblant, Scarlett blurted, "Oui!” before taking a step back.