What Became of the Tyrant After the Pregnant Empress Left - Chapter 5
Currently, there was only one gaze looking at Ysaris.
A princess from a small country who was lucky enough to catch the eye of the emperor and become empress. A rare seductress who seduced him into bed.
No one in the Empire cared about her losing her fiancé on the day of their engagement ceremony or about their homeland being conquered. The fact that she could potentially stop the mad tyrant’s crazed actions turned all sorts of slander and jealousy.
Fortunately, it was that she also served as a shield. No matter what attitude Kazhan displayed outwardly, she was the only woman he sought out at night. There was no one bold enough to openly interfere with the Emperor’s only wife.
To Ysaris, it seemed like Kazhan was making that fact very clear.
Following his warning, it was certain that if the Emperor’s favor shifted to another woman rather than her, the treatment from those around her would worsen.
But had he ever considered my position, now pretending to show concern? As if he hadn’t spent the Imperial Household for her until now.
To the subject that’s just a man who’s crazy about her body.
“…….”
“…….”
A suffocating silence lingered. Ysaris watched as Kazhan’s mouth slowly opened and clench
The tension in his stiffened neck muscles and the indescribable look in his eyes. She didn’t want to know what had caused them.
She was extremely tired of everything that got entangled with Kazhan. As a result, the voice, which was entangled in deep emotions, fell as she sat on the sidelines.
“I see.”
Once again, a brief silence settled. Kazhan, who had pondered her words several times, slowly added one last response.
“It’s none of my concern.”
That was the end of it. Pulling back from Ysaris, he looked down at her for a moment and turned away.
With no farewell, the heavy door closed behind Kazhan as he briskly left the room.
Thump.
“……”
Left alone, Ysaris watched the door for a while without moving. Not knowing when he would return, she remained tense until finally, after some time had passed, she released a sigh and relaxed.
It wasn’t the first time she had endured hours of torment in bed whenever she provoked the Emperor’s mood. She was prepared to faint when she confronted him head-on, but when he stepped down, she was naturally confused and relieved.
Seems like he’s getting tired of her. Calling her ‘empress’…
Ysaris rose from her sore body. Quietly, she stepped forward and picked up the fallen ring from the floor.
Even though it was thrown and stepped on, it seemed that cleanliness magic was given in addition to protective magic.
Just like the wedding ring stuck on her finger.
<Remember clearly who you belong to.>
Suddenly, Ysaris felt the impulse to take off the ring on her left ring finger and throw it away.
What if she put Bariteon’s ring on instead? It would be better if she cut off her finger so she couldn’t wear any rings at all.
It was already an assumption she knew the answer to. It was obvious that the emperor would run the road and ruin her or her precious things.
He even replaced her maid by letting Ysaris take the ring off for a while while she was washing up.
“Haa.”
Ysaris sighed in frustration. She held the colorful shackles named the wedding ring with her other hand and breathed shallowlywss.
She couldn’t figure out how much longer she would have to endure this life. The loveless marriage and the abnormal obsession of a man who was both her enemy and husband drained her day by day.
If only the Emperor hadn’t taken an interest in her. If only she hadn’t engaged in a contract with Bariteon.
No, just…
If only her former lover was still alive.
In a futile assumption, Ysaris bit her lip lightly.
There was a sparkling jewel in the painfully downcast eyes. She had two rings in her hand, but the fact that none of them were really for her was as cold as ice.
<Your fingers are really slender. We’ll have to make the ring custom fit for you.>
<Is this, by any chance, a proposal?>
<…No. At least, not yet.>
She had already known there was no point in longing for someone who had already departed from this world. Didn’t she make a promise to herself on the day his body was buried?
But when she was lonely, she still remembered him.
Brown hair, red eyes. Clumsy and blunt, yet infinitely tender, her knight.
“Cain…”
The futile call lingered in the air before fading away.
The voice calling out to the living dead did not reach anyone’s ears.
* * *
Whoosh!
“Haa… haah…”
Kazhan sheathed his sword while trying to catch his breath. The reinforced wooden dummy lay in ruins on the floor.
If there had been anyone else witnessing the destruction, they wouldn’t be impressed at the fierce strike that hardly showed a scratch, but in the Emperor’s personal training grounds, it only elicited a tongue click of dissatisfaction.
“Not good enough.”
Kazhan swept his hand through his hair irritably. He felt uncomfortable with the traces of the sword that he could see being swayed by emotions.
There was only one reason he couldn’t concentrate so deeply.
<It has nothing to do with Your Majesty.>
