Sorry, the Patricidal Tyrant Seems Beastly (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 5
Charlotte slapped her own cheek hard. Benjamin frowned at the sight.
“What are you doing?”
His gaze was sharp.
“Are you drunk?”
He finally concluded, ‘Could she be acting like this because she’s drunk?’ Charlotte gave an awkward laugh. Heat gathered on her cheek.
“I’m not drunk.”
“Then you’re doing this stone-cold sober?”
Benjamin reached out his hand. Though the gesture was casual, his demeanor remained courteous and restrained.
“You’re flushed.”
“Huh?”
“Your cheeks are red. A Windsor wouldn’t flush over something as trivial as wine. And don’t hurt yourself—especially not while staying in that house. Even if Lord Leandro seems indifferent, he worries a great deal; if he saw you like this, you’d get all kinds of attention.”
Charlotte brushed his hand away. The friction of their knuckles colliding sent an unexpectedly sharp jolt through her.
Wait… why did I even come here again…? I nearly forgot my original purpose, swept away like that! She glanced at his hand with a dazed expression, and Benjamin added in an indifferent tone,
“I only said that because you seemed to be avoiding their attention.”
“I appreciate your consideration.”
“Did Aster send you alone?”
“I snuck out without the family knowing.”
“Hmm. They couldn’t possibly be unaware…”
Benjamin trailed off, muttering something under his breath. But Charlotte was lost in her own thoughts and didn’t hear him. What did he just say? Why do I keep zoning out like this?
“Charlotte. Where’s your mind wandering off to?”
Benjamin withdrew his outstretched hand and shook his head.
“You look like you didn’t hear me.”
“Huh? I was lost in thought.”
“Never mind. It wasn’t anything important anyway.”
Benjamin crossed his legs and looked down at her.
“Why that expression?”
“It feels like His Highness is using me as a pawn.”
Benjamin idly tapped his fingers against the armrest of the sofa, bored.
“Charlotte.”
He used her nickname once more. The distance between them kept shrinking.
“I told you to stay on your guard.”
Benjamin warned her in a low voice.
“Don’t let yourself be swayed by me.”
“……”
“Didn’t Aster warn you? He told you not to get close to me, didn’t he?”
Benjamin had just exposed his intelligence network. Yet he remained composed, calmly weaving a web around Charlotte, who had come to him herself. She was getting entangled—slowly, tightly bound.
“Are you crying?”
Charlotte covered her mouth and laughed.
“No? Or are you laughing?”
Benjamin reached out his hand. It touched her eyelid.
He wiped away a tear with his fingertip, then touched it to his tongue. Frowning, he gently traced her lips with his finger.
“…Salty.”
“Benjamin.”
“Hmm.”
“Tears aren’t meant to be eaten.”
Benjamin straightened up from the sofa and replied,
“Charlotte.”
“Yes?”
“The one who should be on guard here isn’t me—it’s you.”
Benjamin stomped something underfoot.
Apparently, whatever lay beneath his foot was the distance between them.
“Your Highness has forgotten that I belong to the Tuteo family. The Tuteos support the Empress.”
“You’re a Windsor.”
“No. Half my blood is Tuteo.”
“That’s puzzled me too. Why would someone like you be born into that house? You don’t resemble them at all. If you set you apart, you’re far closer to a Windsor—in your manner of speaking, your gestures, even the way you hold your gaze.”
Charlotte knew it well. She resembled the Windsors, not the Tuteos. That fact had stirred her father’s feelings of inferiority.
“We don’t look alike.”
From the very strand of her hair down to the smallest detail, she resembled a Windsor. It seemed the blood within her carried the essence of Windsor, not Tuteo.
“That child took after his father, though.”
“Was there another child in the Tuteo household besides you?”
Her biological father had another son.
“Oh, I suppose I should start looking soon…”
“For whom?”
“There are people I could place in the Tuteo house in my stead.”
“Write down their names and details. I’ll find them for you.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Just returning a favor, nothing more.”
Benjamin handed her a blank slip of paper. Charlotte scribbled down the information and passed it back. Benjamin took the note.
“Only these two?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll find them quickly.”
Benjamin tapped his lips, narrowing his eyes slightly. Only then did he finally shift his gaze away from her.
‘Boredom.’
Everything seemed tedious to him now. He clicked his tongue.
“Why is this?”
Benjamin tapped his lips again, caught by a strange feeling.
“It feels as if you’ve shoved your head into my mouth.”
“So, did you catch your prey?”
“If you truly shoved your head into my mouth, I’d swallow you right now.”
If you see me as prey like a snake would, I’d gladly become your prey. I’d willingly let myself be devoured by you.
“If you’ve already caught your prey…”
Her dark eyes held only emptiness.
“Hide me behind Your Highness’s shadow.”
Benjamin was of the serpent kind. The snake opened its jaws, drooling.
“In my mouth or in my stomach?”
“Either is fine. Just don’t digest me if you put me in your stomach—I’d get an upset stomach.”
As if offering her one last chance to escape, Benjamin asked,
“Does Aster know you’re acting like this?”
“Don’t misunderstand. My uncle doesn’t know.”
“I know that much. Aster wouldn’t bring you before me unless he’d lost his mind.”
Benjamin closed his lips. He gulped down his prey whole.
[This is the timeline separator]“What kind of downpour is this, so fierce?”
Rain poured outside. Aster set down his monocle and opened the window. Perhaps due to the humidity, his hair hung limply, as if soaked with rainwater. The dampness irritated him. Rainwater quietly pooled before the gate.
“Charlotte’s late.”
Leandro turned his gaze toward the window as if reacting to those words.
“She’ll come when it’s time.”
“Aren’t you being too indifferent toward her?”
Leandro closed his eyes and pressed firmly against his eyelids.
“What should I have done, then?”
“Tell her not to go out so late—wait until morning…”
“Don’t hold her back by force. That child would cut off her own ankle to leave if you tried.”
“So she takes after her mother even in that regard.”
When urged to sever ties with that family and return as a Windsor, Colette had decisively cut her own ties and bound herself to the Tuteo house.
‘If I let her go, what will become of her?’
Was that her final thought?
Raindrops fell again, uninterrupted. The House of Windsor fell silent.
“She’s too much alike.”
That child remained difficult. Through the sound of rain, a private carriage halted before the gate. Someone stepped out, holding an umbrella.
“Isn’t that His Highness?”
“You mean the Crown Prince?”
“Why would His Highness be with that child…?”
“They must have run into each other somewhere.”
“At this hour? The Windsors are indeed close to His Highness—but that’s limited to the Windsor family itself, isn’t it? He only met that child a few days ago…”
The House of Windsor had long stood beside Benjamin, maintaining balance between the Empress’s and Crown Prince’s factions.
Though the Duke of Windsor publicly maintained neutrality, his allegiance had already tilted toward the next emperor.
Rubbing his temples wearily, Leandro said,
“Enough. You should go rest too.”
“Yes. It’s late—I’ll retire now.”
Aster watched Charlotte’s retreating figure. Her slow footsteps faded until even her presence disappeared.
“But is it just me…”
“What is it?”
“Why do I feel like something strange has tangled itself up?”
Aster frowned, unsettled by an unpleasant intuition. It felt as if some odd stranger had slithered into the family.
[This is the timeline separator]‘I told you to stay on your guard.’
‘The one who should be on guard here isn’t me—it’s you.’
Charlotte blinked slowly as she removed her outerwear.
“Was I really lacking caution?”
It was true—she lost her guard only in front of Benjamin.
Why was that?
She’d even lowered her defenses, tearing down walls she’d never dared remove even before her maternal relatives.
Before him, she felt a peculiar sense of presence.
‘Charlotte’—it was as if that name reaffirmed her very existence.
Right.
Benjamin was the one who saw her not as a Tuteo, but as a Windsor—who awakened that sense of self within her.
Charlotte tapped her lips and murmured,
“Is this what ‘harmful’ feels like?”
Her eyelids felt dry, and her shoulders ached stiffly.
Just as she slipped into her nightgown and prepared to sleep, someone knocked on her door.
“Charlotte. Let’s talk for a moment.”
Aster cleared his throat outside. Why was he calling for her so late? She wrapped a shawl she’d left draped over a chair and opened the door. Aster stood outside, hands clasped behind his back.
“Did you drag me out for nothing when I was about to sleep?”
“No. Were you still awake at this hour?”
Aster glanced around her room.
“Please, don’t just stand there—sit down. Here, take this seat.”
“No, no. I just came up to check.”
“But you said you wanted to talk…”
“Did I? Ah, yes—I did. You see, I just saw you returning from an outing. Um, His Highness seemed to be escorting you back. Where had you been?”
His hesitant, fragmented speech revealed how carefully he was treading. There was no need for such caution,
yet the source of his wariness was obvious: guilt. Guilt stemming from his mother’s death—making the whole thing unbearably bitter.
“I just needed some air—I felt stifled. On my way back, I ran into His Highness, and since it was so late, he escorted me home.”
“I see. Well, of course—you’d handle things sensibly. Charlotte, you seem to be growing closer to His Highness lately. Or is that just my imagination?”
He’d been so cautious just to ask that.
“Would it trouble you, Uncle, if that were the case?”
“No, no! It’s not that I’d be troubled. I’m saying this because I worry you might find yourself in an awkward position. Don’t misunderstand.”
Charlotte covered her mouth and smiled faintly. Ah, what to do about that painfully obvious guilt? I’m fine—really, I truly am fine now.
“Do you know your father is close to the Second Prince?”
“Uncle, must I consider his position too?”
“……”
“Really?”
Let’s clarify this again.
The House of Windsor has chosen Crown Prince Benjamin.
The Tuteo family has chosen Second Prince Rodens.
“Benjamin Visenov was born to rule.”
Aster spoke plainly, matter-of-factly, yet each word carried weight.
“Don’t let him take an interest in you. Cut it off. Don’t walk willingly into his jaws.”
Aster distrusted Benjamin.
“He’s dangerous to you.”
Charlotte smiled faintly and asked,
“Do you remember when the Former Empress passed away?”
“Sixteen years ago.”
“And His Highness’s age then?”
“He was seven.”
“Yes. Just seven. Sixteen years. He was so young, wasn’t he? He witnessed his mother’s death—and with his own eyes, saw the execution block.”
That was one reason Benjamin lacked a strong faction—his potential supporters had been executed alongside the Former Empress.
“He stands before death.”
And in the end, he would wield the blade himself.
“So do I.”
We’re both rather alike.
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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