Sorry, the Patricidal Tyrant Seems Beastly (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
Benjamin gripped Pyotr’s neck in his hand and leaned his body forward.
“If you don’t know your place and climb a tree you shouldn’t, your neck will snap first. Whether that snapped neck merely means your ambitions are blocked or it signifies death—I’m not even sure myself.”
Benjamin smiled smoothly, his lips curving into a grin.
“I-I’m sorry! I misspoke!”
Pyotr floundered, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
“…Your Highness?”
“Still, since you call it a mistake, I should give you a chance to correct it. My fiancée is watching openly—if I show her something ugly, she might start hating me.”
At first glance, with that gentle expression alone, Benjamin seemed as if he were offering kind advice.
Yet anyone, even the dullest fool, would realize from the dissonance in Benjamin’s current expression that this was no mere advice.
“If you wish to preserve your short life, guard your flapping tongue well. If that tongue grows any longer, your life will grow shorter.”
“Hik!”
“Just kidding. It’s a joke. If I joke twice, you’ll stop breathing altogether.”
Benjamin composed his features into a perfectly proper expression—impeccably neat, without the slightest hint of disturbance.
From his tightly buttoned shirt to his sharply pressed jacket,
Benjamin maintained an upright posture without a trace of awkwardness.
“I—I am this child’s father!”
“Were you?”
Benjamin turned toward Charlotte.
“Weren’t you the one who disowned her?”
“Even so, I’m still her father!”
“Right. I understand. But what of it?”
Benjamin covered his lips and smiled.
“Your Highness! I just…!”
“Just what?”
“I’m flustered!”
“What part exactly?”
“I’ve only just heard about my daughter’s engagement!”
Benjamin let Pyotr’s words linger, his tone trailing off thoughtfully. Pyotr fidgeted nervously in his grip, cold sweat still dripping.
“Has His Imperial Majesty granted approval for this engagement?”
“Oh, there was no need to ask His Majesty. The imperial seal is already stamped on the documents, so don’t worry.”
“W-what is this!”
“With the Emperor gone senile and bedridden…”
Benjamin lightly tickled the bridge of her nose with his fingertip.
“You’ll have to forgive us for simplifying the procedures.”
When Charlotte scrunched her nose, Benjamin narrowed his eyes and chuckled.
“It’s not as if I’m doing this out of malice.”
Pyotr swallowed hard, his throat dry.
‘Was this child always like this?’
Red. Everything was red. A gloomy aura enveloped her, and a faint venom glinted in her eyes.
‘Why?’
What was that venom?
Pyotr held his breath at the sight of his unfamiliar daughter. She was beginning to resemble her dead mother.
When her somber gaze swept over him thoroughly, Pyotr felt a chill run down his spine.
“I raised you for nineteen years!”
At some point, Pyotr stopped breathing.
“And yet… what are you now?”
Pyotr’s mind went blank, white with shock.
An overwhelming crimson filled his vision.
Standing with the setting sky at her back, she appeared maddeningly red.
Pyotr stepped backward. Behind that red hue, a black darkness glared at him.
“I’m just Charlotte.”
Benjamin wrapped an arm around Charlotte’s shoulder and whispered,
“Charlotte.”
He asked gently,
“Shall we go home?”
Charlotte turned away.
[This is the timeline separator]“Why does that girl look like that when her engagement ceremony is right around the corner?”
Caesar asked Aster cautiously.
“How would I know?”
“Then why do you look so displeased?”
“Look at her. Whether it’s fate or just resemblance to Colette, she never seems to have an easy life.”
Both mother and daughter share fierce destinies.
Aster clicked his tongue disapprovingly, while Caesar folded his arms and gazed at Charlotte standing alone in the courtyard.
“She looks so resolute.”
“Hm?”
“I expected her to seem a bit more fragile.”
Her solitary back appeared firm and unyielding.
“Leave her be.”
She stands firm on her own. Never underestimate her will so lightly.
Caesar patted Aster’s shoulder and walked away.
Aster remained alone, watching over Charlotte.
Her deep red hair curled gently.
“It’s tough for her.”
Aster shook his head.
[This is the timeline separator]Charlotte savored the quiet stillness.
“I’m holding up fine, I suppose.”
Charlotte’s quiet murmur dispersed into the air.
“I’m not sure if I’m doing well.”
I wish someone would just tell me I’m doing alright.
“I know I shouldn’t act spoiled.”
Things will only get busier from now on.
Charlotte stood before her birth mother’s tombstone.
She pulled out a bottle of wine hidden in her sleeve and took a small sip.
“It turns out formality isn’t always necessary. Wine is just wine.”
Charlotte popped the cork and took a swig.
She decided to forget about procedures and formalities. Even propriety, she set aside.
“I’ll gift them their graves.”
Charlotte placed the remaining wine before her mother’s tombstone.
“The night breeze is cold.”
She brushed the tombstone with her palm, then clenched her fist tightly. A cold chill gathered in her grip.
Her maternal grandfather and uncle had apparently been tending the gravesite—the tombstone was spotless, not a speck of dust in sight.
“Aren’t you scared, standing alone by a tombstone so late at night?”
Benjamin approached Charlotte.
“She’s the mother who gave birth to me. What’s there to fear? If I can trace her presence like this, even after death, that’s enough.”
This gravesite, these traces—none of this had been permitted to her in her previous life.
“Weren’t you supposed to return to the palace? Why are you here?”
“To comfort you if you’re feeling uneasy before the engagement ceremony.”
“Are you joking?”
“You’re allowed to be a little frightened.”
Benjamin laughed lightly. Charlotte lifted the wine bottle and poured it down her throat.
Mother, are you at peace now that you’re gone?
The dead aren’t here anymore. It’s time to bury them properly and say goodbye.
“So you’re blowing a drinking horn at your birth mother’s grave?”
“You taught me that yourself, Benjamin.”
“True. Wine is just wine.”
Benjamin took the wine bottle and checked the label.
“Did you raid Caesar Windsor’s refrigerator?”
“You can tell just by the label?”
“I’ve stolen a few sips before. Once, Caesar gave me such a glare he even put a lock on it.”
“Oh dear. That must’ve hurt.”
“What can I do? Then I’d just have to break the lock and drink anyway. It’s not like I haven’t acted like a madman before.”
Benjamin chuckled as if reminiscing about old memories.
Perhaps it was a feeling of nostalgia?
Benjamin stood behind Charlotte.
“Some spilled on your hand.”
He gently stroked the back of her hand.
His fingertips, though hardened and rough from wielding a sword, brushed against her fair skin.
“Even if we’ve skipped most of the engagement formalities, we should still do at least one properly.”
Benjamin placed his hand over hers.
“What…?”
Benjamin finally pulled something from his breast pocket—it looked like a jewelry box.
“Keep your hand still. I’m fastening the clasp.”
It was a black box, wrapped with a gray ribbon. When Benjamin tugged the ribbon with his fingers, it loosened limply.
The jewelry box was small enough to fit in Charlotte’s palm.
When Benjamin opened the lid, a small ring emerged.
A platinum ring densely set with diamonds. Benjamin slid it onto her slender ring finger.
“The engagement ceremony is tomorrow?”
Benjamin softly murmured, cradling her delicate hand.
“Carve your presence into their minds.”
Benjamin’s eyes, fixed on Charlotte, grew heavy and intense.
[This is the timeline separator]The engagement ceremony was held within the imperial palace.
With the ailing Emperor bedridden, the imperial family skipped most formalities and instead held a celebratory banquet.
“So His Highness the Crown Prince is entering into an engagement.”
“At his age? He’s long past due for marriage. If only His Majesty hadn’t fallen ill with delirium, the Crown Prince would’ve welcomed his bride long ago!”
The nobles smiled politely on the surface, but harbored different thoughts within.
‘His own father lies delirious in bed, yet he doesn’t even blink an eye!’
As the elderly Emperor fell ill, the power struggles within the imperial court were being reshuffled.
Once this round of imperial power struggles ended, dethroning the old Emperor would be swift.
“The Windsors are arriving.”
Benjamin immediately brightened with a radiant smile.
“Charlotte.”
It was someone’s pet name.
The banquet hall doors opened, and someone walked in.
Deep red hair dominated the entire view.
The head of House Windsor, along with his eldest legitimate son and second son—all had come to the banquet.
And behind them, an unfamiliar woman entered. Strange, yet somehow familiar.
Her deep red hair rippled like waves below her waist.
Dark and red. Murky, yet infinitely deep.
Charlotte stepped forward.
Everything was red.
The woman had painted herself entirely in red.
The nobles unanimously remarked,
“Is that the young lady? How ruthless.”
The main banquet began.
“Wasn’t she originally the noble daughter of the Tuteo family?”
“Hush, she was disowned ages ago.”
To be adopted into House Windsor and immediately engaged to the Crown Prince—
This time, the nobles’ gazes all shifted elsewhere in unison.
“Marquis Tuteo must be utterly shocked.”
Pyotr stood frozen, still clutching his champagne glass.
Charlotte glanced briefly at her father, then lost interest.
‘Don’t linger in my path.’
As Charlotte stepped forward, a path opened before her.
“She’s a child as precious to me as my own scales.”
Leandro rarely showed emotion, but this time he did.
Of course, he kept his voice low enough that outsiders couldn’t hear, yet the weight in his tone was heavy.
Leandro placed Charlotte’s hand into Benjamin’s.
“Charlotte. Come here.”
The first dance began. Monotonous music flowed, and their entrance marked the start of the banquet.
The hem of her dress fluttered magnificently.
Her deep red hair and gown were dazzling, making her fair skin appear almost unnaturally pale.
As her dress swayed, intricate patterns unfolded at the hem.
The dance ended quickly.
Benjamin wrapped an arm around Charlotte’s waist and whispered,
“No drinking horns tonight.”
Charlotte lightly tapped his shoulder.
“I need to speak with the neutral faction. Will you wait here alone, or shall I call the Windsors over?”
“I’ll wait with a glass of whiskey.”
Benjamin left to speak with the neutral faction.
“A glass of whiskey, please.”
A servant brought the whiskey.
The sharp scent of whiskey pricked her nose.
‘Drink in moderation.’
Benjamin murmured with a flick of his lips.
He smiled like a snake.
For some reason, she suddenly felt a strong wave of intoxication rising.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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Ok, so. She sets down the empty glass. Puts both hands behind her back. Shakes the empty glass upside down. Uh-huh sure
He’s one of the silently dead assassins? But also still yammering away. Uh-huh
He sure fell fast, didn’t he? That’s nice. She needs the support.