Seducing the Tyrant Instead of My Favorite (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“Elizabeth’s change began a month ago?”
The Emperor’s study.
Nikolai tapped lightly on the armrest of an antique chair.
Before him stood a man of sturdy build and cool-eyed gaze.
It was Kares, the Minister of Internal Affairs.
“They say it was a fever so severe even healers gave up hope. After her recovery, she became a completely different person—cut off parties, alcohol, and dating altogether.”
“Could it have been Underworld Blossom?”
“There were none of the symptoms: petal-shaped red rashes, peculiar fragrance, coughing, or hemoptysis.”
Nikolai knew better than anyone that Elizabeth had nothing to do with the Underworld Blossom.
Yet he still wanted confirmation from someone else.
He wasn’t sure why he felt that way.
“Has the temple sent no word? I heard there’s a priest who studies the Underworld Blossom.”
“You mean Cardinal Arkansas. Shall I summon him?”
“Never mind. Instead, hasten Elizabeth’s appointment as Empress.”
“What if Lady Elizabeth refuses to the very end?”
“Has anyone ever defied my command and lived?”
Though declaring death upon the disobedient, Nikolai looked utterly bored.
His trusted aide Kares showed no sign of disturbance either.
Such was the nature of being Emperor.
“Elizabeth’s chambers should be as close to my own quarters as possible. The concubines are far too distant.”
For an instant, Kares’s eyes changed.
Though there were countless empresses, this was the first time Nikolai had issued such an order.
“Do you mean to bring her into the Inner Palace?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“A storm will rage. It might even bring a wind of blood.”
“The Casanova Emperor merely collects beauties—as he always has.”
An enigmatic smile curled at the corner of Nikolai’s lips.
He knew it too.
That the imperial palace, which had feigned peace, would soon be thrown into chaos.
And Elizabeth would stand right in the eye of that storm.
‘Some will survive, some will vanish without a trace, and perhaps someone will ascend to a noble position.’
Kares rubbed his temples as if the mere thought gave him a headache.
“The nobles in the council will surely clamor for an immediate coronation of a new Empress.”
“There are far too many greedy rats eyeing the throne.”
“But it cannot remain vacant forever.”
“I alone shall decide who owns Hartman’s Heart.”
The ruby tiara, reserved solely for the Empress.
Crafted with a heart-shaped ruby and hundreds of diamonds, it was known as “Hartman’s Heart.”
The Emperor used it to manipulate the noble houses at will.
Though fully aware of this, the nobles bowed their heads outwardly.
If any one of the four great houses’ empresses became Empress, the precarious balance of power would collapse instantly.
After all, those blinded by power could never tolerate another holding greater authority than themselves.
‘To rule the nation while wearing the mask of a rake requires skill—carrots for flatterers, whips for thieves.’
What would it take to possess Elizabeth?
To claim that red, enchanting silk mouse.
After Kares withdrew, a valet brought in a chocolate cake.
Nikolai cut a corner of the cake with his fork and brought it to his mouth.
Dadidan chocolate cake was the only food he could still taste.
“Sticky and cloying. Was it always this flavor?”
Nikolai ran his crimson tongue over his lips.
He remained unaware that this gesture was irresistibly alluring enough to melt the hearts of countless women.
No matter how many times he tried to erase it, Elizabeth’s exquisite face kept haunting his thoughts.
Just recalling her brought the faint scent of cherry blossoms to his nose.
Her cascading crimson hair, hands as white as carved jade, and unfathomable black eyes kept circling in his mind.
‘It wasn’t a kiss—it was an accident. Perhaps it was her scheme all along.’
If it was a scheme, it was a resounding success.
Merely remembering that kiss stirred sensations long hardened like charcoal.
The sweetness that pricked his tongue, the refreshing clarity that unblocked his chest, the fragrance that blinded his eyes and deafened his ears.
How could he ever forget that rapture?
He wanted to possess her as soon as possible.
He longed to gallop to the Emster estate and bring Elizabeth back—even if branded a tyrant.
This desire displeased him greatly.
“I’ve completely lost control. Has the Wolf of the Goddess gone mad? Or have I?”
Veins bulged on Nikolai’s hand.
He couldn’t accept that someone had shaken him so deeply.
It was infuriating enough that it was a woman—and even more so that she rejected him.
Even the hope that she might be his first and last salvation brought him no comfort.
Nikolai glared at the contract stamped with Elizabeth’s handprint, his eyes burning.
But only for a moment. Hesitating briefly, he pressed his lips to the small handprint.
He inhaled deeply.
Though impossible, it seemed as if the scent of strawberry and cherry blossom jam drifted out.
The brief night spent with Elizabeth once again tangled his reason.
“You will never understand my heart, Your Majesty—because you welcomed death with joy. Truthfully, weren’t you waiting for someone to kill you?”
Tears formed in her pitch-black eyes and fell drop by drop onto Nikolai’s chest.
They soaked in instantly, chilling him to the bone.
How had Elizabeth pierced so deeply into his hidden thoughts?
Thoughts he’d never spoken to anyone.
Nikolai bit his lip.
“Send a messenger to the Emster estate. If she does not enter the palace immediately tomorrow, I’ll consider the contract void.”
Nikolai commanded sternly,
having forgotten he was still clutching the contract bearing her small handprint.
[This is the timeline separator]“Another special privilege?”
I couldn’t withstand the shock and fell flat on my backside.
There was no time to feel pain.
All around me was filled with White Light.
It felt as if time—and even the flow of air—had come to a halt.
“Through the Eyes of Morasinthia, the Goddess of Healing, you may detect illness. Wearing the divine artifact will activate Morasinthia’s Eyes.”
I looked around. Nothing was visible.
This was a world without Bluetooth speakers or CCTV.
The mysterious entity that had granted me Elizabeth’s life had appeared once again.
“Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?”
I asked, clutching my spinning head.
Though gentle and soft, the White Light spoke firmly and clearly.
“Will you accept it? Or refuse it?”
Could I handle the divine artifact? What would happen if I refused?
My head felt ready to burst from this sudden, bewildering choice.
“I ask one last time. Will you accept it? Or refuse it?”
The White Light urged.
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly.
“I’ll take it! Koreans may not eat it, but we sure love it!”
Throb. A sharp pain pierced deep inside my chest.
Though I’d spoken boldly, I couldn’t ignore the voice within.
‘Shamelessly accepting another special privilege? Do you even deserve to be called a righteous deceased? You couldn’t even survive on your own!’
My harshest critic had always been myself.
But now was no time to wallow in self-loathing.
The choice was already made.
“The righteous deceased has accepted the first divine artifact. If the second is not found, all privileges will vanish.”
The White Light declared,
giving the back of my head a sharp, decisive smack.
“S-second divine artifact?”
“If the privileges vanish, the soul of the righteous deceased will be returned to the previous world.”
“You should’ve said that from the start! What happens when a dead soul is sent back?”
“It returns to nothingness.”
My heartbeat pounded against my eardrums.
The air grew thin, and it felt as if every blood vessel in my body tightened.
“The protagonist gets every buff and reincarnates smoothly—why am I like this? If this is how it’s going to be, why even revive me? By when must I find the second divine artifact?!”
I screamed until my throat tore—but the White Light had already vanished.
I sank onto the floor, thick with pale dust.
Morasinthia’s Eyes—or perhaps another curse threatening my life.
I couldn’t even avoid the guillotine ending, and now there’s a soul-annihilation flag?!
Dizziness and nausea surged over me at once.
“Elizabeth! Are you alright?”
Douglas supported me.
His face was paler than mine—even though I was the one who’d just been swindled by that damn entity.
“There’s a legend that tampering with divine artifacts brings harm. It’s my fault you collapsed…!”
“I made the choice myself.”
“What?”
“Lord Douglas—did you hear that voice?”
“What voice? There’s only you and me here.”
Though standing right beside me, Douglas knew nothing.
A tiny spark of hope quietly peeked through.
‘Maybe it was just a hallucination. My body’s weakened from insomnia and stress.’
With trembling hands, I picked up the monocle that had fallen to the floor.
I hooked it over my ear and clasped my hands together, pouring in my desperate wish.
My eyelashes fluttered—from tension, perhaps.
“Elizabeth?”
Douglas called, worry in his voice.
“Shh! I need to check something.”
I covered Douglas’s mouth and carefully opened my eyes.
Nothing had changed.
I couldn’t help but let out a cheer.
“Thank goodness! This is just a box, and that’s just a window!”
The ordinary scenery of this now-familiar world seemed lovely.
Yes. It was all just hallucinations and auditory illusions.
Tonight, I’ll replenish my strength with well-stewed duck and fried chicken!
“Just a dead bug, just a mouse skull! Of course there’s no such thing as a divine artifact!”
There was no way Douglas would see me—gleefully staring at insect corpses and rodent bones—as normal.
“You must have hit your head when you fainted.”
“I’ve never been healthier or more fine…!”
I couldn’t finish my sentence.
The White Light I thought had vanished was now shining beneath Douglas’s chest.
“No way. Don’t tell me!”
The White Light grew increasingly transparent, faintly revealing Douglas’s skeleton and internal organs.
Panicked, I tried to yank off the monocle.
But it clung to my face as if glued on, refusing to budge.
Closing my eyes was useless too.
Beneath my pitch-black eyelids, Douglas’s internal organs gradually grew clearer.
And they were moving—alive!
‘What’s that dark red spot on his stomach? It feels ominous…’
Unable to ignore it, I stared at the spot and asked,
“Lord Douglas—do you have a stomach ailment?”
“You must have heard from Susan. Please don’t worry—I’ve improved greatly.”
“Improved? You’ve only gotten worse.”
“!”
“You must have felt sharp, stabbing pains every night. Constant discomfort in your gut, and food never going down easily.”
“How… how could you possibly know?”
Douglas asked as if possessed.
What could I possibly say? Would he even believe me if I explained?
Morasinthia’s Eyes had clearly shown me the illness’s location, symptoms, and progression.
I didn’t want to believe it myself. I just wanted to cry.
It wasn’t coincidence that, at that moment, the image of an exquisitely handsome man—painted stroke by stroke with a brush—floated into my mind.
“Cry as much as you want. I’m not going anywhere.”
How long would those words remain valid?
I wanted to ask Nikolai.
I never expected to meet him again so soon.
[This is the timeline separator]“What kind of absurd nonsense is this, Your Majesty?”
I glared at Nikolai, seated luxuriously on the imperial throne, my voice dripping with contempt.
Treason against the Emperor was the furthest thing from my mind.
Nikolai didn’t even blink at the sight of me bound in ropes.
And what was with that smug, upward curve of his lips—was he enjoying this?
“Was your journey here uncomfortable?”
“You can say that after seeing me like this?”
“It seems there’s been a small misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding? You kidnapped an innocent person!”
“Isn’t a husband missing his wife just as blameless?”
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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Hahaha, yes, yes, well done Elizabeth! This rude Casanova must be disciplined.
What is this now? Who is this? Why is Caris so in love with her? Has she bewitched him too?
Hahaha, Elizabeth is so sweet when she wakes up. The best thing about her is that she’s honest.
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Claudia had disliked Nikolai for a very long time.
Hahaha, how disgusting! She’s been completely manipulated for their own interests. I think there’s a group trying to get rid of Elizabeth and the Emperor.
It was astonishing that such a small, delicate girl had developed a medicine eve
What kind of medicine is it? It’s making me more curious
Nikolai, dressed head to toe in black, glared at her with eyes as cold as ice.
Oh my God, the hero has arrived! Hahaha, thank God! Thank you, writer! 🥺🤭💗
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Miioo
What? He’s manipulating her completely to find the other artifacts? And what is this, Casanova? Why are you doing this to my dear Elizabeth?