What Became of the Tyrant After the Pregnant Empress Left - Chapter 6
Kazhan gritting his teeth, at the incessant replay of Ysaris’s voice. Every time he mulled over her words, his emotions surged, causing his sword to tremble.
It has nothing to do with us. Her and me.
Those words felt like a denial of his entire life, making his stomach churn.
<If I were to become Emperor and offer you the entire continent, would you marry me, Ysaris?>
<Cain, really. Please don’t joke with such a serious face.>
<If we assume for a moment. If I could stand by your side with a high position.”
<Come on now… Yes, Cain. If you become Emperor, I’ll marry you. But let me think a little more about what’s below that?>
Kazhan’s gaze wandered through the air as if chasing Ysaris’s playful laughter. It was the most radiant moment of his life, now a memory he alone cherished.
They had undoubtedly been happy.
They had loved each other…
“Damn it.”
Clang!
Kazhan slammed the sword he was holding onto the ground. It was the old sword he had sworn to protect Ysaris with for a lifetime.
Now only used occasionally for venting in the training grounds.
“Ysaris…”
Kazuhan still had a terrible day. The day of her engagement, Ysaris, wearing a white dress, wore another man’s ring with a bright smile.
At first, he couldn’t believe she had betrayed him. Everything felt unreal.
But her attitude, treating him as if she didn’t know him, was the most definitive evidence.
Ysaris broke their promise. And further, it seemed she had completely forgotten about him.
Because the man who was now in her heart was Bariteon Kelloden.
“Ha.”
Kazhan wiped his face with one hand. It had already been over a year, but every time it crossed his mind, his whole body’s blood boiled with anger.
Whatever the reason for returning to the empire where his life was threatened every day, whatever the throne he had seized after countless trials and tribulations was for…
When his hard-won life became futile, it was only natural for him to lose his sanity.
It was too late to turn back the twisted relationship.
He had killed Ysaris’s fiancé, made her country a vassal state, and forcibly placed her on the throne as Empress.
Now, all he could do was to consume himself with hatred.
Kazhan was fine with that. If Ysaris spent every day plotting his death, that too would make him satisfied.
At least she wouldn’t forget him again. At least she would live every day with him in mind.
Now, it was an obsession born out of who knows what emotion it was coming from.
…An obsession.
Kazhan looked down at his hand. The wedding ring on his ring finger gleamed in the light, a dazzling presence.
It was a ring he had made as soon as he returned to the empire, vowing to return to Ysaris alive. It was a pledge of love for one person, a promise of life, and the goal of his existence.
But now, what should he call this?
<I despise you, Your Majesty.>
The forced wedding. The wedding ring he had reluctantly slipped onto her finger, hearing whispers of resentment instead of love from Ysaris, became evidence of their broken relationship.
To her, it was nothing but a shackle she wanted to escape from.
Clutching onto such a woman with all his might, it was indeed an obsession. Even if she despised him, he would never let her go, so love could never exist.
<…And I despise you as well.>
That’s why he kept her by his side. She had to be there for his revenge to be truly fulfilled.
Muttering to himself as if he were determined,, Kazhan clenched his fist and turned his body. Staring straight ahead with his subdued eyes, he took a heavy step.
Slap—
“Call the Prime Minister. Tell him to come to my office.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The guard who had been standing outside the door politely responded to the command and disappeared. No one cared about it being too late to call someone.
Kazhan, heading straight to the study, put on the emperor’s coat hanging on the chair. With the activated cleansing magic, he sat down looking neat and began writing something intently.
When the elegant script had filled two pages, the prime minister had arrived.
“You summoned me, Your Majesty.”
“I plan to listen to the nobles’ long-standing request.”
“Their request, Your Majesty?”
Kazhan put a period and set down his quill. After briefly scanning the paper listing the various conditions and requirements, his eyes turned to the Prime Minister indifferently.
“I am bringing in a queen consort.”
