I Became The Tyrant’s Secretary - Chapter 8 Part 1
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They were, as the maids said, the perfect couple. They were wonderful on their own, but together they were so full of light that even the glittering pile of gold would have to yield its shine. The light was almost divine. How can two people who look so good together be so numb?
Hui just couldn’t understand it at all.
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A cold chill filled the conference room. The nobles, seated around a large round table, glanced at each other and broke into a cold sweat. Cahir, who sat in the biggest and highest chair, his fingers twitching. The pompous Marquis Su advanced in front of him like an arrow shot from the bow and kneeled down. He slammed and slammed his forehead on the marble floor. Cahir stared at the marble floor stained with the blood from his forehead. Rosaline felt worse and worse.
“Hui, get the mop. Quick.”
Rosaline whispered into Hui’s ear. Hui hurried out and brought a rag to clean the blood. Rosaline meanwhile called out the guards to prevent Marquis Su from staining the marble floor any more with his blood. The guards grasped his arms tightly.
“Your Majesty, I have sinned to die. I am blinded by the money before me! Give information to the general of the enemy”.
“You’re not a fool at all, are you? Then you’ll die.”
The face of the splendid Marquis Su turned pale. He looked back at Rosaline with wistful eyes. Rosaline sighed.
‘Yes, you did as I said. Why did you bang your head on the marble floor?’
Rosaline already knew all about the future of Marquis Su. In the original story, he was hanged. She came to him yesterday and told him how to avoid death. First, he must confess his crime. He must return to the Empire ten times the unjust profits he had taken. Half of his lands must be returned to the empire. And never to defile the marble. But he ignored all Rosaline’s words and did only one thing.
“What are you doing? Rosaline, collect the evidence.”
“I have enough evidence, Your Majesty,” said Rosaline, holding out the documents she had brought. The Marquis’s movements, the time he met the enemy general, the dialogue they had, and the sudden increase of his fortune…
The pompous Marquis had been in league with the enemy’s generals, hoping to make a small profit from the war that Cahir slightly warmed up. The military travel routes, which he thought were confidential, were in fact a false leak by Cahir. Kahir was able to end the war more easily thanks to his handing over the false information to the enemy.
But even if the information was false, it was unforgivable that he had sold it to the enemy. The man shuddered at the sight of Rosaline. Until last night she had acted as if she was trying to help him. The Marquis looked somber and miserable, as if he had been betrayed by his first love.
“That’s enough. Pull him out and execute him immediately. No, it’s a luxury for him to be executed. It doesn’t sit well with me. Give me your sword.”
In response to Cahir’s cold words, one of the knights handed over his sword. The sword slipped out easily. It was an ordinary sword, common among the knights, but when Cahir lifted it, it looked like a precious sword. Cahir’s cool sword wrapped around the blade. No one could withstand it. With one swing of the sword, it will separate the man’s head and his body.
“Your Majesty, wait a moment,” said Rosaline, standing in front of Cahir.
The terrifying sword shook. Cahir held the sword and waited for Rosaline to speak next.
Your Majesty, what the Marquis did is a crime for which he clearly deserves to die…..”
With a gulp, the pompous man swallowed his spit. Rosaline looked down at the tear-stained, snot-stained face of the man and wrinkled her brows. She really didn’t don’t want to help him. But when she thought of all the people who died in Cahir’s hands.
‘…. Ahh. No, no, no. I do good things in life, too. The man also does good things in life. I believe that.’
She looked at Cahir with a firm grip on her shaken heart. He smiled at her. She felt a shiver run down her spine at the look on his face.
“Killing is a very light punishment. Your Majesty, it’s a small price to pay for the crimes he had committed against the people of heaven.”
Before she knew it, Cahir had handed the sword back to the knight. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at Rosaline, who was spitting venom with her clean lips. “Try harder,” his eyes seemed to say. His eyes were talking, as if he was expecting a very interesting scene.
Cahir liked the rough language coming from Rosaline’s mouth. He was always amused by the outlandish punishments that she put forward in place of the death penalty. Rosaline, who knew this, let out a breath.
“By the way, isn’t it also a problem that the Marquis’s dirty blood stains the pure white marble? It is the sin of ours, the servants, to put the Marquis’s disgusting image in your beautiful eyes, Your Majesty. Please forgive our sins.”
She’s a good speaker. The nobles applauded heartily when they saw Rosaline pointing out facts to Cahir. The mere fact that she was not present at the meeting of the nobility was enough to make them cringe. After a long pause, Rosaline drew her breath.
“So?”
Cahir urged her to speak quickly. Everyone stared at her breathlessly. The fate of the man would be decided by what words came from her red lips.
“I would like to confiscate his property and return his lands to the Empire.”
“And the nobleman will retain his position?”
With a grin, Rosaline smiled. Cahir was convinced. She would make the man look more gloomy and miserable than he wanted. Cahir didn’t have to ask, he knew. Because there is no more pitiful tribe than the nobility without money.
After all, Rosaline was Cahir’s favourite. He wondered why she only chose pretty words. Cahir nodded pleasantly. Meanwhile, The Marquis put his fist in his mouth and swallowed the words, “Just kill me.”
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