Beloved Tyrant - Chapter 12

‘Instead of dying with Vathorlia, you survived cowardly. Tristan will certainly resent you for surviving alone.’

Revenge can live.

‘Tristan will wonder why the Crown Prince’s close sister, the Princess, hate the Crown Prince.’

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‘He must be wondering how you got to hold hands with Vathorlia. He will ask you.’

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‘He has the right to wonder and to hear the truth.’

What is it? You can answer it.

‘So you’re going to confess everything to Tristan?’

What’s the matter?

‘Vathorlia had planned a rebellion. But that was when I was young.’

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‘When I approached Vathorlia, Vathorlia had forgotten the middle oath.’

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‘The Duke and Duchess of Rowenthal had children, and Vathorlia didn’t want to endanger them.’

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‘I had no intention of passing on hatred. Even if I hadn’t just rummaged through and fanned Vathorlia’s fading hatred, the Duke of Rowental would not have made a decision to re-start the rebellion they had given up long ago.’

I’m willing to admit it.

‘Crazy bitch.’

I don’t agree with that.

‘Can you tell Tristan that you used Vathorlia for your personal revenge?’

No one but me knows the exact facts.

‘I’ll tell him a lie.’

What do you mean a lie? I’ll tell him the edited facts.

‘Tristan will find out in the end.’

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‘He will learn about this miraculous person who made Rowenthal a traitor for personal revenge, forced his mother to death, and forced his son to live a humiliating life.’

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‘Can you guarantee that Tristan, who’s come to know everything, won’t hate you?’

No?

I can’t guarantee it.

Ever since Tristan was locked in a solitary cell in the east tower, he has been damaged dozens of times.1

How should I confess to him, how would his reaction be?

The imaginary Tristan always treated my words as a vicious joke.

Even after accepting that my words were true, he resented and hated Rowenthal and myself who survived alone instead of dying. So I wasn’t sure Tristan would cooperate with me.

I couldn’t even gamble.

If Tristan turns around and tells Aurest everything, I will die a solid death.

I have to live.

To live, you have to be more careful than someone who crosses over on thin ice.

Gareth rubbed the back of his head with a discontented look. “…forgive me.” Gareth rubbed his lips. “Forgive me or whatever, so go for a walk.”

Ddak…

Celtic again hits Gareth’s back head. Me and Celtic took hold of the back of the head and stepped out of the building, leaving Gareth behind.

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