I Became The Tyrant’s Secretary - Chapter 5.2
The tyrant and the devil met. On the day they met, thunder rumbled in the sky and the wind blew strong. That’s what the word spread. Rosaline bent down for now. Everyone lowered their heads and clasped their hands together. Who’s going to lose their head today?
“Do you take her side because you know what the wretched lady said?”
Cahir’s brows narrowed and scarlet eyes flared red. Angela was frightened. His angry face even made the formidable Azela flinched. Angela usually bothered him a lot. It was common to ignore Rosaline today and tried to slap her on the cheek.
“Rosaline.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Rosaline replied sharply to Cahir’s call. When he appeared like a comet and held Azela’s hand, Rosaline was honestly touched. He was like an apostle of justice who showed up with the wind. Of course, she couldn’t say that because she felt sorry for the immeasurable lives that died at his hands.
“Rosaline, explain again to the Queen. What’s wrong with her?”
As soon as she heard Cahir’s order, she was grateful. Her feelings were messed up and broken. She had been hated by Azela, but now she’s in the situation where she had to talk to her again and probably would get bullied for the rest of her life in the palace. Now, she got one more scenario where she came here to not die and ended up dead. Rosaline hesitated.
“Rosaline, what are you doing? I told you to explain it to the Queen.”
‘Forget the nice things I said about him earlier.’ Rosaline thought to herself.
Cahir turned his head and looked at Rosaline, lifting Azela’s wrist up. Her arm must’ve hurt. Rosaline came to her senses after thinking about something else. She alternately looked at Cahir’s scarlet eyes and Azela’s brown eyes. It was time to choose. Cahir, the bloodthirsty lunatic, the butcher of the continent. Azela, the notorious witch, the mean devil. She wouldn’t die within five years of choosing one of them. She had already found out many times through the holy man.
‘Which side should I take?’
She came into the palace to take Cahir’s side, but she was confused when she saw Azela’s fierce hands. She wanted to live happily for a long time. Rosaline’s eyes shook. She looked alternately at Cahir and Azela. If she does something wrong, she will be hated by the both of them at the same time. But Rosaline’s troubles did not last long. In times like this, it is best to stick to the person whose power will last a long time. In the novel, Cahir sat on the throne until the moment he married the heroine. Calculated, it was about five or six years later. In addition, there was no chance of his sudden death, so her choice was Cahir.
“Your Majesty, I’m afraid that if I say the right thing, I may offend the Queen. A loyal servant must say the right thing, but she must also be sensitive to the feelings of her master.”
“Rosaline, It’s me you’re serving. Not Queen Mother.”
Cahir stared at her. Rosaline shouted inwardly with pleasure. This was the answer she wanted.
Her master was Cahir. As soon as he professed this, no matter what she said, he would take charge of her disposition. Of course, there were exceptions. When the other party was a much higher power. But now Cahir was stronger! Rosaline’s shoulders spread naturally. Azela made an impression on Rosaline’s straight posture as if she had a wooden board on her spine.
“The Queen,” Rosaline opened her rosy lips. All eyes were on her. Derek crumpled his brows, and the Queen shook her head and looked at Rosaline. She had a wishful look on her face, as if asking her not to speak, not to go against her nerves any more. Rosaline understood. If Rosaline agreed with the Queen’s subtle intention, where would all the stress go?
‘I’m sorry, but. I have to live, too.’
“One, I don’t think the words that the Queen said about you as ‘my beloved baby’ are good to refer to the relationship between her and Your Majesty. It’s bad between you two, no, you two are a little more concise and carefree, right?” (*T/L: I’m not sure what she meant here*)
At that time, she heard the sound of smirking.
“Ah, Rosaline. I wonder what kind of relationship you have with a man who is concise and simple?”
Cahir said, turning around and looking at Rosaline, as if he was looking at the heroine of a well-organized play. Rosaline’s eyes widened. ‘Tell me? Tell me what you’re up to, now? Your Majesty, you don’t like me very much, do you?’ Watching Rosaline’s face like she was about to cry, Cahir shrugged and said, “Next, please.”
Rosaline swallowed a sigh of relief.
“Two, I’m sorry if you’ve been neglected by the Queen…”
Rosaline looked at Cahir as if asking for help. Cahir’s mouth was faintly twitching. He barely managed to hold back his laughter. Rosaline moved her eyebrows up and down hard, as if she was saying, ‘You have to help me. I’m afraid my unfiltered speech might make things worse. Please, please, please.’
‘Haha,’ Cahir, belatedly, letting out a laugh he had been holding back. ‘Oh, yes, the Queen Mother.’
Cahir finally let go of Azela’s wrist, which was turning white and blue. It was an added bonus that he put it down and pushed gently. Azela reeled.
“The Queen Mother!”
Her attendants rushed to lift her up. Angela bit hard on the back of her mouth. She wanted to punish Rosaline now for her arrogance and selfishness.
‘Rosaline, there is not a single lie in what you say. You deserve severe punishment for making my mother feel uncomfortable.’
Cahir was forced to completely change his cold temperament. His voice was soft and gentle as he spoke to Azela. Like a gentleman of good manners, he placed his hand on his chest and bowed gently. One of his hands was supporting the crown, which was about to fall off his head.
“I will punish that arrogant secretary, but I’m sure Queen Mother, whose heart is as wide as the sea, will be lenient on her.”
Cahir turned his head and looked at Azela.