Sorry, the Patricidal Tyrant Seems Beastly (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 14
The sun had completely set.
The sky, once painted with sunset hues, had turned black.
“Where are those guys?”
Charlotte turned her body, which had been standing at the very edge of the cliff.
“You vanished with them—what happened?”
Charlotte asked Benjamin as she turned to look at him. He glanced down at her, who had been standing precariously, and asked in return,
“Do you really want to hear it?”
“…….”
“It’s fine. I sent them back nicely.”
“Is it really okay to send them back like that?”
Benjamin looked down at Charlotte.
“No, probably not.”
“But you just said you sent them back?”
“Yeah. Whatever.”
Benjamin had indeed intended to send them back gently—had it not been for the vile drugs found among their belongings.
Benjamin smiled faintly and called out to Charlotte.
“Charles.”
Charlotte blinked at the sound of her name.
“Yes?”
“Your breathing is shallow—as if breathing itself feels suffocating.”
Charlotte stiffly reached for her neck.
The touch of death that had grazed her jaw still felt vividly clear.
Whenever she stiffly touched her neck, she remembered that day she was dying.
Her throat hardened. Her lungs hardened.
Every joint in her body stiffened, turning her into something like a wooden doll, moment by moment.
It was at that moment, as Charlotte traced her fingers from her neck down to her collarbone,
“Why do you keep touching your neck?”
“Huh?”
“You’re compulsively rubbing your neck.”
Benjamin wrapped his hand gently around Charlotte’s neck.
Her breath instantly caught in her throat—not because he squeezed tightly, but simply because his gentle hold was enough.
“Is it hard to breathe?”
“Don’t play such tricks on me.”
“If I didn’t play even this little trick, you’d just sink into seriousness all by yourself.”
Benjamin leaned his face close. His eyes darkened right before her nose.
His black pupils, deep and clear, resembled his own.
“I barely crawled out of the grave, yet they’ve shoved me back into the dirt again.”
Benjamin whispered, pressing his forehead against hers.
“You’re being too harsh, Charles.”
“…….”
“The night wind is cold—let’s head back now.”
Benjamin smoothed Charlotte’s hair and adjusted her cloak.
“Have the carriage ready.”
Charlotte lowered the hand that had been rubbing her throat.
Between us father and daughter lay something difficult to put into words.
It was fine now that Father had brought his mistress home.
There was no regret in accepting that illegitimate child into the family. Even Mother’s death had become a distant memory.
“Why?”
“You’re just….”
“Yes?”
“Complicated.”
“How so?”
“I can’t quite figure out what’s inside you.”
Benjamin smiled, trailing off at the end of his sentence. His eyes narrowed gracefully, yet through those narrow slits, his pupils appeared deep and murky.
Katarina cleared her throat with a soft “Hem-hem.”
“The carriage is ready.”
The sky had already grown dark. It was time to leave.
Without another word, Benjamin merely murmured Charlotte’s name softly.
“Charles. Charlotte. Charlotte Windsor.”
Charlotte tilted her head back and met Benjamin’s gaze.
“Only now do I realize—you’d just lost your birth mother, hadn’t you?”
“Yes. That’s right.”
“And yet, there’s no sorrow.”
What had she been like back then? Right after losing her birth mother.
There had been moments when waves of grief crashed over her. But not now.
“I can hardly remember it clearly anymore.”
She only recalled her birth mother’s face by looking at the portrait. A few years without seeing it, and it would fade—but more than a decade had passed.
The child who lost her birth mother had grown into an adult.
[This is the timeline separator]“Are you out of your mind?! What on earth were you doing outside until this hour? Without a single word to the family, where have you even been…?!”
When Charlotte arrived home, the Windsors erupted in fury at her late return.
“I was with her. Please don’t scold her too harshly.”
Benjamin calmed Aster with a calm tone. Aster glanced briefly at Charlotte and replied to Benjamin,
“Still, you should’ve at least sent word if you were going to be late! We were clearly waiting—what are we supposed to do when there’s no news?”
Charlotte nervously bit her lip, feeling slightly embarrassed.
It had been so long since someone had waited for her.
It had been so long that she’d even forgotten she ought to inform them if she’d be late.
As Charlotte fidgeted with her lips, Benjamin gently stroked her hair.
“We didn’t expect it to get this late.”
“Were you together the whole time?”
“Yes. We were.”
“I suppose that was unnecessary worry, then. Will Your Highness the Crown Prince please come inside?”
Benjamin glanced once at Charlotte before replying,
“No need. It’s late—another time.”
“Charlotte, you go in now. It’s cold out here—don’t just stand outside.”
For the first time, Charlotte felt awkward.
“Go in.”
Benjamin gently nudged Charlotte’s back. Hesitating, Charlotte finally stepped forward and turned back.
“My fiancée is feeling troubled. Aster, put her in a warm bath and let her rest for a while.”
“Huh?”
Charlotte rolled her eyes in confusion.
“If left like this, she might just snap and catch someone.”
Benjamin left her and walked away, vanishing quietly beyond the shadows.
Charlotte stood still at the gate, unmoving, until Aster called out to her, “Charles? Charlotte?”
“Have you eaten?”
“No. I haven’t had dinner yet.”
“What have you been doing all this time without eating? Anyway—yes! Head Maid, put this child in a warm bath. Frost is settling on her skin—doesn’t she even realize how cold it is?”
Only then did Charlotte clear her throat and adjust her neck. The cold air stung her nose.
As she rubbed her nose, a maid hurried over and draped a blanket over her shoulders.
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“So Marquis Tuteo brought home the child he fathered outside and his mistress.”
Roskella pierced an assassin’s throat with his dagger.
“Charlotte will be troubled again.”
Benjamin muttered quietly.
“At first, it seems he planned to bring them right after his wife died. But things got delayed when the young lady was disowned.”
“So…”
“He brought the child in because she was unwell, intending to take the young lady back as well…!”
Roskella jerked back sharply, hastily pulling his neck away.
Another assassin lunged for his throat. Roskella frantically tried to block, but Benjamin seized the assassin’s neck and hurled him aside.
“Be careful.”
“Th-thank you.”
The surrounding assassins were swiftly dealt with. Like shadows sinking beneath their feet, everything fell silent in an instant.
Roskella cautiously observed his master. Benjamin’s expression seemed slightly more tired than usual.
“Are you tired?”
“A bit.”
“You were out for a long time today?”
Roskella wiped the blood from his hand with a handkerchief and tossed it to the ground.
“In any case, it’s clear the young lady will inevitably face trouble. Now that she’s been disowned by the family, that five-year-old child will become the Tuteo House’s sole bloodline, won’t she?”
Benjamin dropped the knife from his hand. The liveliness in his eyes gradually faded.
“The young lady must be heartbroken.”
Perhaps.
“She’s not the type to show her sorrow so readily.”
Charlotte was never one to reveal her inner feelings first.
A sense of detachment always emanated from her.
Benjamin, whispering her name—Charles, Charlotte—lightly traced his lips with his fingertips.
“Why are you doing that?”
“My throat’s parched.”
“Your Highness, you must conceal such unsavory tendencies beneath your nobility. If the young lady saw this, she’d be utterly horrified and run away.”
Benjamin dimmed his presence.
“Your Highness.”
The intelligence agents scaled the wall and rejoined them—subordinates who had scattered to deal with the assassins.
“The assassins have been dealt with.”
Benjamin looked around the empty alley.
The quiet night street was so thoroughly devoid of traces that no one could tell anyone had passed through.
[This is the timeline separator]Charlotte ruffled her hair and shuffled out of bed. When she pulled the cord, Becky arrived with her washbasin.
“Good morning, Miss.”
Charlotte rubbed her stiff neck and got out of bed.
“You seemed a bit feverish last night—how are you feeling today?”
“I’m fine. I took a warm bath right away yesterday.”
“That’s a relief. Catching a cold at this time would be terrible.”
Charlotte put on a soft pastel-colored dress and smoothed back her hair.
Without makeup and dressed comfortably, she picked up the newsletter and settled onto the terrace sofa.
“The hunting tournament is coming up soon, isn’t it? Have you prepared your handkerchief?”
“Was there such an event scheduled?”
“Could you have forgotten?”
“No. I just remembered… Ah, so it’s around this time.”
Around this time, Charlotte had fallen seriously ill.
The child who had barely endured each day after her mother’s absence had finally collapsed unconscious.
“Miss?”
Becky called out to her, gently tapping the terrace glass window.
“Yes.”
“Will you attend?”
“Since my maternal relatives will all be there, I should attend with them.”
Charlotte closed the newsletter with a smooth gesture. It, too, covered the upcoming hunting tournament.
“Oh, and the Head of the family was looking for you.”
Becky took the newsletter and put it away. Charlotte picked up the shawl draped over her chair and wrapped it around her shoulders.
“I’ll go pay my respects to Grandfather.”
Outside, all the windows had been opened for ventilation.
The wind blowing in from outside slapped her cheeks. Charlotte squinted one eye and raised her hand to shield her vision.
The sunlight stung.
Charlotte fiddled with her shawl as she descended to the lower floor.
“Miss, have you come to see the Head of the family?”
“Is Grandfather in his study?”
The butler smiled faintly and nodded.
“Head of the family, the young lady has arrived.”
The study door opened, revealing Leandro through the gap. Leandro looked up, adjusting his reading glasses.
Charlotte peeked through the study door and asked,
“Should I come back later if you’re busy?”
“No need. The door’s open—come in.”
Charlotte closed the door behind her and stepped inside.
The study was filled with the bitter aroma of coffee. Grinding freshly roasted, nutty coffee beans released this rich fragrance. The familiar scent, absent for so long, drew her attention.
“Do you know what this is?”
“It’s coffee.”
“We only started importing beans recently—where have you seen it before?”
Leandro paused, then asked,
“You shouldn’t have had a chance to taste it.”
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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So sad when children are utterly deprived of the culturally normal interactions
I hate the Hunting arcs primarily for this reason: pushing animals to extinction. Overly sensitive? Absolutely.
lol This conjures up a hilarious image of eyeballs floating across the crowd to greet each other.