Come Here, Tyrant! - Chapter 116

Meanwhile, sitting on the wooden bench, Fizz mumbled something, cradling a bunch of parchment in his arms.

“What should I do? What should I do with this…”

He must have stayed up all night, his eyes were dark, and his hair was all down.

Annie carefully opened her lips.

“Hey, hello?”

“Oohh! Lady dev!”

Fizz, startled, jumped up. Then the parchment slid from his thigh and was about to fall.

Annie hurriedly grabbed the parchment.

“Be careful.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sorry.”

Fizz couldn’t hide his pitiful expression. After reading him, Annie asked intentionally playfully.

“You’ve been busy since morning. What have you been doing?”

“Hmmmm. That… I was thinking about work for a while. Ummm. Thank you.”

Handing over all of the parchment, Annie sat down next to him.

As she stares at him, he has a troubled look on his face.

‘What’s going on? Do you have any important concerns that you cannot ask His Majesty or Doher?’

“Did something big happen to you?”

“If it’s big, it’s big, and if it’s small, it’s small.”

Fizz’s face as he responded that way was full of deep determination. I’ll have to take the risk and try, he murmured.

It may be useless, but Annie wanted to say something. She still has quite a bit of time left for work.

“If you don’t know whether or not to do it, just don’t do it. Then there’s no benefit and no loss.”

“… it’s interesting.”

“Why?”

“Everyone told me to try.”

“You’re not even sure when you’re thinking about it like that. I think Sir Fizz would have done it if it was something he really needed to do.”

“…”

Fizz had a strangely moved face. Annie was a little perplexed as he bowed his head.

It doesn’t look like he’s crying, but the reaction was quite different from what she expected.

‘Did I just say it for no reason?’

Then, a story like the sacrament of confession was heard.

“There are always people around me, like Doher, who are always full of motivation and have to achieve something unconditionally… Even though I didn’t want to do it, I felt like I had to do it for nothing.”

“You don’t have to. Everyone’s life is different.”

Fizz’s head rose slowly.

His eyes were moist, but his expression was full of determination.

He licked his lips to express his gratitude.

“Well, Lady Dsev. Thank you.”

“You can just call me Annie.”

“What…really?”

“Sure.”

Fizz brightly smiled when he answered happily. His face looked much younger than usual, and Annie had a strange feeling.

‘By the way, Sir Fizz is younger than me.’

Annie felt a bit depressed.

‘Even in this Imperial Palace, I am the oldest.’

Meanwhile, Fizz, who got the answer, jumped up as if he didn’t have time for this.

“Thank you. I’ll just leave!”

“Yes. Be careful.”

“Uh, what!”

Fizz staggered before he even paid attention. The problem was piles of parchment that piled up like a mountain.

Annie, who stood up, lightened the burden. As he held the heavy parchment in his arms, Fizz couldn’t erase his sorry but grateful face.

“Sister Annie, are you going to work?”

‘Sister…’

It was a strange name, but it wasn’t bad.

Moreover, since Fizz was the one who said it, it wasn’t too awkward.

“There’s still time. I’ll help you.”

Annie, who answered lightly, walked towards the Imperial Palace with Fizz. To be precise, it was the Emperor’s office.

Annie smiled a bit.

‘Am I going to meet His Majesty again today?’

Maybe it’s because it’s the same palace? She used to see  Ejed often. No, it was no exaggeration to say that she met him almost every day.

It was usually on the way to work, on the way home from work.

‘You seem to enjoy walking… .That’s why you don’t gain that much weight.’

“You can go now. Thank you. Sister.”

As soon as he arrived in front of the office, Fizz nodded. She handed him the thing, and Annie said as she smiled awkwardly.

“Sir Fizz. The Sister…”

“What. Don’t you like it?”

“A little. It’s awkward.”

“You will get used to it.”

“…”

It’s hard for her to say anything more to a person who smiles brightly, so Annie asked him to be careful in front of others.

Then, she saw the face of a familiar man. It was Ejed walking from afar.

“Sister, go ahead.”

“Uh… well. Yes, Sir Fizz. And…”

Annie, who was about to raise her hand to say hello to Ejed, stopped.

Somehow, it seemed that a hideous light was emanating from his eyes.

‘What, what?’

Still, she couldn’t stop looking at people and saying hello. After all, he’s the king, isn’t he?

Annie carefully opened her lips.

“Hello, Your Majesty?”

***

Did something terrible happen to the Imperial Palace? Annie glanced at her side, imagining it for nothing.

Ejed, with a stern face, is walking towards the front with his lips clenched.

He said he had a job with the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs. So he had tea with Annie. However, unlike usual, the atmosphere subsided heavily.

‘You’re not fighting with anyone, are you?’

Annie, who was watching him, asked softly.

“Did something bad happen to you?”

“No.”

“…”

The denial was quick and decisive, but somehow it seemed poignant.

As she pondered what to say, Annie found overgrown weeds around her.

‘His Majesty likes gardening.’

She asked playfully to loosen her mood.

“Don’t you have a garden in the Imperial Palace?”

“When did you start talking to Fizz?”

The two people who spoke at the same time stopped their mouths together.

Surprisingly, it was Ejed who raised the next question.

“What is going on with you two?”