The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

sat down on the spot.
Blood was dripping from the wound, Dorothea was covered in Raymond’s blood, and Raymond’s body lying on the floor.

“Raymond…”

Tears fell from Theon’s red eyes.
Dorothea saw that, and her heart throbbed like a twist.

‘Why are you crying, Theon? You are my fiance, Theon.
Your fiance became emperor? Then you should be happy!’

Dorothea trembled at Theon crying.

“You should be happy, Theon.”

Dorothea wanted Theon to have more joy for her than the sorrow of losing Raymond.

Dorothea moved her feet heavy with hesitation, approached Theon, and knelt down.
Then she wiped Theon’s crying cheeks and smiled.
But contrary to her intentions, instead of wiping Theon’s tears away, her hand only splattered the fishy blood on Theon’s wet cheeks.

“Theon, you are now sitting next to the Emperor.”

Dorothea reminded him of his position again, but Theon was still crying.
As if Raymond’s death was a more precious and important event than her accession as emperor.

Those tears trampled, toppled, torn, and burned Dorothea.

The moment of the birth of the new emperor, which should have been filled with joy, was swallowed up in grief.

As if Dorothea Milanaire’s birth was mourning.

It was from that day.

Theon, who had accepted a strategic engagement, began to hate Dorothea.
But Dorothea Milanaire was already emperor.
She forced Theon to marry her and made the palace hers.

But.

“We cannot recognize Dorothea Milanaire as emperor!”

In front of the palace, stubborn nobles knelt and fought, and Ubera’s famous people were with them.

“Dorothea Milanaire is a sinner who usurped the throne!”

Although he killed many nobles when he struck Raymond, not everyone was silent.

When Dorothea ascended to the throne, people raged as if the sky had two sides.
At first, Dorothea thought that it would be enough to prove that she was doing her job properly as an emperor.

‘If I show my abilities, they will recognize me as an emperor.’

But that was Dorothea’s naive delusion.

“That is a waste of treasury!”

“It is too early.”

“You must first look at the people near you!”

Aristocrats hold on to Dorothea’s legs and oppose everything she wants to do.

They vehemently opposed Dorothea’s decision, even with the slightest sting, and spoke as if everything she did was foolish.
Although Ethan persuaded some, Ubera’s stubborn loyalists did not fall for Ethan’s words.

‘You can’t.
You can’t.
Every decision you make is wrong.’

Nothing was right about Dorothea.

“Your Majesty, your Majesty is doing well.
There are only a few who oppose Your Majesty.
Ignore it and move on.”

Ethan said to Dorothea, who was interrupted by the criticism.

Yes, as Ethan said, there were only about three out of ten who opposed it.
The other seven have already handed over to Dorothea’s side.

However, the world called those three loyalists, and the other seven called vassals who cling to the unjust emperor.

What a glass field is to a person’s heart? Why is it that even if the seven speak kind words, the criticism of the three comes and sticks?

Even after hearing ten words of praise and they kneel in front of the palace, the one word of criticism lingers in Dorothea’s ears every night and doesn’t leave.

“Someone who cannot see the spirit cannot become an emperor!”

“The murderer who killed His Majesty Raymond must not rise to the throne!”

“There is no justification for the current emperor!”

In the end, Dorothea raised her sword to close their mouths.
Those who have ears that do hear her voice must not open their mouths.

Dorothea captured and killed all the nobles and longtime officials called Ubera’s loyalists.
Blood flowed profusely in the plaza of the Lampas.

So people called Dorothea Milanaire a tyrant.

And Theon trembled at the bloodstained execution ground.

“Dorothea…”

Theon looked at Dorothea and shook his head.

“You are crazy…”

His red eyes were full of anger and resentment.
The gaze of hatred from the one you love the most.

Dorothea felt like the world had collapsed.

“Am I crazy, Theon?”

“You can’t be like this.”

“I can’t?”

‘You say no to me too.’

Dorothea looked at Theon and asked.

“Then what should I do?”

‘Tell me, Theon.
Can you tell me what to do? If you tell me you can, I’ll do it.’

Dorothea pleaded with Theon.
She was going to follow whatever answer Theon gave her.

‘If only you could tell me what to do.’

However, Theon looked at Dorothea and left without saying a word.
As if there was no ‘becoming’ for her in the end.

As if she was already wrong.

“Haha…”

Dorothea burst out laughing.

No, was that a laugh? Was it the remains of a brutal burn? What had already happened was irreversible, and the way Dorothea had to go was fixed.

Dorothea Milanaire, beheading all of those who opposed it, accomplished a feat that previous emperors could not.
The Ubera Empire, led by her, occupied the largest territory in history.

‘Look at this! The world works fine without that spirit!’

Finally, Dorothea proved her abilities to the world.