Sorry, the Patricidal Tyrant Seems Beastly (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 9
“I told you to be careful not to get hit by a blind sword.”
Charlotte uncorked the wine and poured it into a glass.
“How’s your shoulder wound?”
“Who told you about that?”
“Do I really need someone to tell me? Every time I look at you, you’re hurt again.”
Benjamin still had a bandage wrapped around one of his forearms.
The white gauze bore vivid bloodstains and carried a strong herbal scent.
The bitter aroma came from petals extracted from the Hwajebi flower, used as an anesthetic.
“The medicine smell has gotten stronger, hasn’t it?”
“And you’re giving wine to a patient?”
Benjamin grasped the wine bottle and leaned against the railing.
Then he parted his lips slightly and drank straight from the bottle.
“Truly a Windsor.”
“What do you mean?”
“Aster also threw a whole bottle of wine at me on the very first day I showed up like this.”
“That’s quite expensive. You were the one who recommended Ailia wine to me, right? You can’t possibly not know its value… yet you’re drinking it straight from the bottle?”
Benjamin dismissed it with a shrug, saying wine was wine no matter how you drank it. The scent of grapes wafted faintly.
“Wine and I don’t get along.”
That mouth of his could say the most ridiculous things sometimes.
Charlotte leaned against the terrace railing and looked up at Benjamin.
The area around his eyes, shadowed by black hair, seemed unusually dark.
His pitch-black pupils gleamed with a murky light, making him appear even more unsettling.
“…Why?”
“Just because.”
Benjamin replied. His low murmur was clear and unhesitant,
yet it felt like air dissipating without strength.
Benjamin reached out and wrapped his fingers around her red hair.
The curls slipped softly through his grasp.
Her throat itched—as if a feather were tickling her windpipe.
Charlotte leaned closer to his cheek and asked,
“What about me, then?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do we get along well?”
We resemble each other. That’s why we were drawn together.
“Will you accept my proposal? I’ll need permission from my maternal grandfather and uncle, of course.”
“…”
“Would you really refuse to be engaged to me?”
Meeting her ex-husband again had stirred something deep inside Charlotte.
“Are you going to keep acting like this?”
Benjamin tugged gently at Charlotte’s cheek.
“Stop it, Charles.”
Benjamin seemed a little more relaxed now.
Charlotte gently pulled his hand away.
I’ve lived longer than you.
“That look in your eyes isn’t something your age should carry…”
“I’ve lived far too long. Far too long indeed—since I brought back someone who should’ve died.”
I lived a life worse than an animal’s under my cruel blood relatives and in-laws, and died that way.
I died in such a miserable state.
So surely, I’m allowed a little spite against those wretches.
Benjamin lowered his dark eyes and watched Charlotte.
Like a thick-scaled snake flicking its tongue eerily.
“Just let it pass.”
Charlotte reluctantly spoke.
“It was just something I blurted out.”
Meeting her ex-husband must have secretly unsettled her.
“Charles.”
Benjamin smoothed Charlotte’s hair.
“Go back inside now.”
Benjamin glanced past the attic door and clicked his tongue.
“Aster’s coming.”
“My uncle? Is he downstairs?”
“There’s a presence climbing up from the stairs—it’s definitely Aster.”
The creaking of the stairs grew louder, drawing nearer.
Charlotte ran her fingers through her wind-tousled hair.
Benjamin pulled her hair out from under the blanket.
“Go on.”
Charlotte left, leaving only the wine behind.
“Finish the wine and clean up yourself.”
As she descended from the attic, a lamp glowed from below the stairs.
Aster was coming up from the lower floor.
“Uncle Aster, aren’t you asleep yet?”
“You’re coming down from up there?”
Aster sighed upon seeing Charlotte.
“Who were you with?”
“I was with His Highness the Crown Prince.”
He seemed to already know—but there was no point hiding it here.
“Oh, up there…? I see. Charles, aren’t you cold in just your nightclothes? Cover yourself better with the blanket—hm? No, never mind. It’s your house; you should dress comfortably. It’s the guest who ought to be careful, not the host. Forget it.”
Aster’s words tumbled out in a hurried rush, leaving no room to breathe.
Her maternal relatives were always unusually cautious around Charlotte.
That careful gaze still watched her, full of hesitation.
“I was being foolish. It’s cold—dress warmly.”
“Why don’t you ask?”
“What do you mean?”
“What we talked about up there.”
“Did you have some serious conversation? Have things gotten that serious? I’m not interrogating you—I’m just curious.”
He should’ve asked by now, yet he still held back out of caution.
That caution, too, must stem from guilt born of someone’s death.
“We only exchanged greetings.”
Charlotte hesitated, then reached out her arm.
“It’s dark. Please walk me to my room.”
Aster glanced once toward the attic above, then took Charlotte’s arm.
“For someone all grown up, why act so childish?”
He grumbled but moved without hesitation.
Only when she reached her bedroom did Charlotte find herself alone.
Mother, it feels like my future is slowly changing.
Though you’re not there to see it.
[This is the timeline separator]“Is it true you brought up the engagement to His Highness the Crown Prince?”
Leandro summoned Charlotte and asked.
You mentioned the engagement and told your maternal grandfather within a day?
“Yes. I brought it up myself.”
“I know you’ve grown closer to His Highness lately. I’m well aware you’re of similar age, and seeing you get along well secretly reassured me. But still—that wasn’t a relationship ready for talk of engagement.”
Leandro carried a heavy presence.
He was the head of the family—an elder whose weight could never be light.
“Give me a reason I can accept.”
Leandro studied Charlotte with calm eyes.
“I know you’re not the type to do something without reason. Tell me why. It can’t just be ‘I mentioned it casually’—I want to hear it from you directly.”
In a short time, Leandro had come to understand his granddaughter.
Those eyes of hers didn’t just see what was immediately before her.
How much life could someone possibly live at her age?
Yet your gaze holds the weariness of those who’ve endured lifetimes of suffering.
Leandro felt a strange distance from Charlotte.
There was an inexplicable remoteness in her, unfitting for her age.
Her pale face was soaked in bitterness, and her somber eyes watched them from a careful distance.
“What am I to do with you? I truly don’t know what to do… After what happened to Colette!”
What if you fall apart too?
What if your life is ruined? That’s what Leandro asked.
“I won’t fall apart.”
Charlotte moistened her lips as if gathering her thoughts.
“Grandfather.”
At Charlotte’s quiet address, Leandro visibly flinched.
“I want to stand by his side.”
Charlotte lifted her damp, sorrowful eyes.
“I’ve lost too much already. I covered my mother’s grave with my own hands, dug up her tomb myself, and retrieved her urn. I clawed through the earth until my nails tore, then clutched that urn and came to House of Windsor.”
“What… what does that even mean?”
This child dug up her own mother’s grave and carried the urn here.
With what heart did she stand before us then? With what heart does she look at us like this now?
Leandro slammed his hand on the table.
“I took care of Mother during her illness and endured it all. And for me… all that remained was her urn. From that corner of that house…! All they left me was my mother’s ashes.”
Wasn’t death something beyond anyone’s control?
I watched as my father’s mistress and her bastard trampled my mother’s grave,
and stood by as my father dishonored my mother’s death.
After all that, what more do you expect me to endure?
“I must stand by his side.”
Even if only to honor my unjust death, I must stand beside him—to look down upon them all from his side.
“From the highest place.”
I will
“trample their graves.”
Charlotte placed a hand on her chest and lifted her chin.
“Is that answer enough for you?”
Leandro closed his eyes and steadied his breath.
“What do you trust in him? What makes you so certain he’ll claim you?”
“He’s a steadfast man.”
“They’re already saying he’ll be deposed soon.”
“Even if he’s deposed, I don’t care.”
There wasn’t a shred of doubt. He will ascend the throne—and draw his sword.
“House Tuteo disowned me. I have no parents now.”
“Charles, you…!”
“Fortunately, my father won’t be barging in over news of my engagement.”
Even if my furious father rages and demands his daughter back, he no longer has the right.
“Are you… planning to drive a sword into your own father?”
Leandro was a veteran who’d weathered countless battles.
Leading a family required that kind of seasoned wisdom.
“You’ve thought far ahead.”
Charlotte smiled faintly.
“My father once told me: ‘I’ve done enough for you—find your own way to survive.’”
“That bastard and his loose tongue…!”
“Everyone must find their own path. His circumstances are no concern of mine.”
Where did this hatred begin?
Where exactly?
Ah—was it when my wretched father told Mother to just die?
No. Not even then.
It was at the moment of my own death.
‘Mother and daughter both died like dogs. I’m sorry for you.’
Mogens—you said those words yourself.
That death became a dog’s death.
“I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
Charlotte cast her gaze into empty space.
[This is the timeline separator]Charlotte walked through the dim corridor.
A shadow fell across the hallway, and she halted.
“Were you eavesdropping?”
The presence behind her grew louder.
There was no need to turn around—Benjamin was already right beside her.
“I was curious what you’d say.”
“How was it?”
“The rumor about my deposition is true.”
Benjamin double-checked, wondering if Charlotte might have overheard.
“I already know you’re rumored to be deposed. If you’re stripped of your title, I’ll be deposed too.”
“If that leads to death, then it’s just another dog’s death.”
Charlotte laughed.
“Then my life ends there.”
But that didn’t mean she’d surrender her life easily.
You’ll rise to the highest place—and I’m the one who’s witnessed that future.
“There’s no turning back now.”
Benjamin cupped Charlotte’s cheek in his hand.
“Will you really have no regrets like this?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
Charlotte smiled faintly.
Benjamin gave a weary smile in return.
Tyrant of my past life.
You will ascend the throne.
Tear everyone apart, claim the throne for yourself, purge your enemies and opposition, and wield your sword from the highest place.
“Tear them apart and take it all.”
She desired only one thing.
‘End it nicely?’
Nice for whom? Who said I’d give them a nice ending?
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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Why should she tell you anything, though? You mean nothing to each other and officially, are no longer family. So fuck off.
There is a line in C.S. Lewis’s ‘A Boy and His Horse’ where the son of the sultan mouths off and his father says, “And your life would be short and your death slow had you said it.”
For now, I like him. A good person to join your righteous quest for vengeance.