Come Here, Tyrant! - Chapter 29

“After Annie left, His Majesty was so angry that the aides stopped him from both sides!”

“That’s right! Even if I didn’t hear it well, I think they told him to be patient.”

“Don’t those aides look handsome?”

Barely smiling, Annie sipped her tea.

Even though her burning throat was soothed with a refreshing grapefruit tea, her stomach felt queasy and uncomfortable.

Immediately after the bazaar, the teatime hosted by Annie was noisier than usual.

The ladies could not keep their mouths still while eating cookies at the white table.

The main concern was the ‘handsome aides’.

The two dignified aides were subjects of interest to the young ladies whose daydreams were full of expectations about marriage.

The ladies could not hide their ecstatic expressions while comforting Annie.

“If it weren’t for those handsome aides, you would have almost been stabbed.”

Annie laughed awkwardly at their subsequent statement. It was fortunate that everyone was doing much better than she thought…

And the tyrant’s response to her.

‘Anyway, I’m moving on safely this time again…’

Annie inwardly sighed, fiddling with the lukewarm teacup with her hand.

But it was too early to be completely relieved.

Even if this case went well, she dealt with the tyrant several times in a row.

“How hard was His Majesty’s expression! He’s always a man of minimal expressions, so I’m surprised!”

“Ah, yes…”

The ladies, who were talking with excitement, noticed Annie’s silence. Everyone noticed because Annie was covered in dark clouds, unlike usual.

They said, belatedly, to appease Annie.

“Don’t worry, Annie. It seemed like His Majesty had already forgiven you.”

“Yes. If he were really angry, he would have sent an official letter to the Dsev family by now.”

“Yes. He just said to shut their mouth and left…”

“Jetina!”

“Eek. I’m sorry.”

With the cries of the young ladies, Jetina shrank her body. Oddly enough, they now remembered Ejed’s last word ‘mouth’ as abusive language.

The short word spoken by a man embedded in a chilly atmosphere was interpreted roughly.

No one noticed anything strange. They just nodded, saying, ‘I’m also afraid of the tyrant!’.

As the young noble ladies agreed that the tyrant swears, Annie’s expression hardened.

“I’m sorry, Annie. I wasn’t trying to make you anxious…”

“It’s okay.”

Annie gave Jetina a light smile, but she didn’t feel very pleased.

It was because of the tyrant. No matter how unpleasant, the emperor even used such a radical expression in an official position.

By virtue of the monarch, it was never right.

“Jetina, did you buy the dress we talked about last time? I think it will suit you well if you wear it at this masquerade.”

Annie, who returned to her usual self, took care of the young ladies.

However, Carla who stood behind her, clearly felt her master’s anger.

“Um, My Lady, you’re very angry.”

That would be the case, too. Carla’s master scorned those who responded strongly to the weak.

Annie was a good person who knew what was right and what was wrong.

No matter how bored you were, she wouldn’t feel any goodwill to a tyrant who killed people or spat out swear words.

‘Anyway, you should never meet a man like the tyrant.’

Carla was firmly in her determination. If a man like that proposed to Annie, she would reject it at all costs.

*

After teatime, Annie entered her office alone.

Somehow, she feels tired. Annie grabbed the round doorknob and let out a long sigh.

“Sigh…”

The golden retriever, lying on his stomach a few steps in front of her, slowly opened his eyes.

This child was “Lang,” the youngest member of the Dsev family, who had been with Annie for 14 years.

The gentle Lang grew up surrounded by love in the Dsev family.

From the time he was only a puppy, he had been roaring through the mansion and breaking expensive pottery while playing, and none of the family members got angry.

However, as he was older, he was not as active as he used to be. The gorgeous, creamy furred, Lang rarely moved even when he saw his master’s distorted face.

The guy just wagged his tail at Annie. It meant to come and hug him.

Annie approached Lang and apologized, holding his torso.

“Lang, I’m sorry… I gave the excuse for your meal to the tyrant yesterday.”

What are you talking about?

Lang, who stared at Annie pitifully, struggled with his body and descended to the floor. Then he turned back and gently approached the dog bowl.

The dog food was filled in a polished wooden feed container.

Lang put his head in the bowl and started his meal.

“Munch, munch.”

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