I’ll Become the Tyrant’s Tutor - Chapter 35

“Of course, I was really worried!” (Prim)

“Really?” (Reynsis)

He didn’t know what possessed him, but he felt that her worries were so genuine and pleasant. His cold heart from meeting with the emperor earlier had melted away.

“Then comfort me.” (Reynsis)

“How?” (Prim)

“Will you really do it?” (Reynsis)

Surprisingly, Prim nodded her head in response, which in turn made Reynsis a bit shocked.

“If it is something that I can do, then I will.” (Prim said firmly)

He felt that it was an opportunity that he could not miss. Reynsis finally confessed something that he really wanted for quite some time.

“Hug me.” (Reyn)1

“… I’m sorry, what?” (Prim)

“Hug me. Also, stroke my head like you did last time.” (Reyn points at his head)

“…..” She was undeniably speechless.

‘Can I really do this?’

This is the Imperial Palace, not the Belles Palace that Reynsis lived alone in. Of course, there were only the two of them inside the room, but still it was inappropriate to touch a member of the royal family so casually.

That is why Prim hesitated, but she felt guilty when that pretty face crumbled.

“…. You really can’t?” (Reynsis)

Those watery lake blue eyes drooped down as his face lowered to the floor in disappointment. Her heart was malfunctioning.

‘Seriously?! Why am I so weak when it comes to that face?’

Prim sigh briefly. She pulled him close and hugged his tall physique as she caressed his back in an awkward manner.

“You have done well, Your Highness.” (Prim complimented)

She felt quite clumsy and awkward comforting him, but Reynsis felt the unspeakable satisfaction of victory inside his heart.

His firm arms hugged her waist as his face rubbed against the crook of her neck like an adorable little beast.

His physique was bigger than hers and Prim slowly made notes of their differences. His strong muscles that her hands felt through his tunic, his light musky scent that she slowly inhaled, and the warmth radiating off his body that she felt on her cheeks sent her in a tizzy.

‘Ahh~ My stupid mind! No! I really won’t fall for this…’

“My hair.” (Reyn murmured)

Reynsis had a feeling that Prim was thinking about something else. So he asked her to stroke his hair, to keep her thoughts focused on him.

While still in his embrace, Prim placed one of her warm hands on top of his head. Her fingers ran through his soft platinum blonde hair. The gentle stroking motions made Reyn hum in satisfaction as he closed his eyes in comfort..

Her warm caress and being in close proximity made him feel really good. He tightened his grip around her small waist.

“… A-air, I need to b-breathe..” (Prim)

Prim was trying to catch her breath while suffocating in his firm arms. Reynsis loosened his strength as he pulled out from the hug. But his arms were still fixed languidly on her small frame.

“Sorry. I’ll control my strength-” (Reynsis)

He couldn’t finish what he was going to say as he lifted his face from her neck and was stunned by the view of her face up close.

“….” (Prim & Reynsis)

The blue ocean eyes captured her red tinted lips, then moved to her black midnight eyes.

“I really hope time moves quickly.” (Reynsis sighed exasperatedly)1

“You keep saying that a lot these days.” (Prim)

“Because I’m desperate.” (Reynsis)

Reynsis hugged her again. It was like a puppy who has a big physique, hugging her small frame while wagging his imaginary tail.

“I will try my best too! And stay next to you.” (Prim)

“You will try what?” (Reynsis)

“Maybe, finding your fated one?”
(E/N: Our dear translator is ready to flip the table. Who wants to join her?)4

“Ah, that..” (Reynsis)

Reynsis wasn’t that angry. He just murmured into the small of her collarbone.

“But my fated one was closer than I thought.” (Reynsis)

“What? Close? Really? Where?” (Prim)

“There is,… someone.” (Reynsis hinted)

Prim thought for a moment, ‘Is this like one of those psychic connections shared with his fated person?’

Regardless, she was relieved that he felt that his fated ‘beauty’ was nearby. Prim admired that he had a ‘Beauty radar’ to feel such a presence.

(E/N: Hint fired…Target missed… I repeat.. Target missed by several meters. Would you like to try again? ლ(¯ロ¯”ლ))3

“My hair, please.” (Reynsis continued)

“Yes, yes ~.” (Prim)

Despite his urging, she couldn’t think about anything else right now.

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When the Emperor said that Reynsis would be busy, he was not bluffing. The Prince was really busy.

The Emperor seemed determined to teach everything to Reynsis which he never learned when he was confined to Belles Palace.

Reynsis’s face showed signs of fatigue, especially with the numerous amounts of classes that he had to take from early morning to late evening.

The only time when his face was brighter was the time Prim came to see him.

But of course, as an Imperial Painter, Prim was as busy as he was. A painter like her was a dime a dozen; she was not suitable to be his equal or even fated person.

From all types of brushes to the different mediums of paint colors couldn’t help her skills to paint. Even her ten fingers couldn’t finish a painting piece.

But that was not all.

The rest of the Imperial Painters crowded around Prim with a serious aura and their faces were full of malice as they critiqued her work by pointing at her canvas.

“This, what did you draw?” (Imperial Painter #1)

“Obviously, the sky.” (Prim)

“Then how about this?” (Imperial Painter #2)

“It’s a cloud.” (Prim)

“Excuse me?! isn’t this a devil?!” (Imperial Painter #3)

“….” (Prim)

Her arts skills made the other painters anxious and on edge.

She swore that she never drews anything dirty or offensive as they don’t know about that. But their faces showed curiosity and there were no evil intentions in those eyes.

“This is how I interpreted what I see with my art skills and style.” (Prim boasted)

So, that is why Prim decided to be shameless.

“With these kinds of brush strokes and applications of color, the interpretations of everyday sceneries were quite popular in my hometown.” (Prim)

The painters began to take an interest in her canvas.

“That’s interesting. I’ve never seen anything like this before.” (Imperial Painter #1)

“Because there are many different styles of arts in the entire world.” (Prim)1

“That is right, miss. I was so rude!” (Imperial Painter #3)

“I am deeply sorry because I acted rashly!” (Imperial Painter #2)

These guys were more naive than she thought.

Prim scanned the crowd with curiosity written on her face.

But then,

“What are all of you doing?” (???)

All the painters scattered around the place in a hurry as they were trying to find their original easel stations. (Note*: An easel is a self-supporting wooden frame for holding an artist’s work while it is being painted or drawn.)

‘That man is back at it again.’

Looking at the Lord walking in the painting room, Prim frowned.

That man, who always fought with her, was the self-proclaimed master of discipline between the Imperial Painters.

She couldn’t remember his name. But his name starts with Key? Or is it, sky? Maybe skiing?

“Lord Kyris.” (Imperial Painters in unison)

Yes, that’s right. It was Kyris.

Kyris felt dissatisfied with Prim’s presence as the Imperial Painter.

When she first came here, she really wanted to punch that indifferent face of his. But she stopped when she heard that Lord Kyris was Daphs’s favourite painter.
(e/n: Gross. I would have wanted to beat him up even more. (╬￣皿￣)=○＃(￣#)３￣))1

When the Emperor saw Daphs violent personality as he gripped Prim’s wrist harshly, the Emperor said that the Prince dared to insult him as the monarch in the Empire.

Because of that, Daphs was given the punishment to be exiled for a short time in a minor territory.

So that was why Kyris, who served under Prince Daphs, bothered her at every opportuned moment.

Be that as it may, what she hated the most was when he would randomly tarnish Reynsis’s reputation.

Standing in front of Prim, he looked down at her with a disapproving face.

“How many times has it been now? Did you know that the mood here has become terrible ever since you came here?” (Kyris)

“Oh, I see..” (Prim)

Prim answered with an uninterested tone that made Kyris narrowed his eyes.

‘My, my. She couldn’t control her mouth it seems.’

“I’m sorry, my Lord. I’ll be careful from now on.” (Prim)

Prim smiled as sweetly as she could. Kyris held himself back from spitting on that smiling face, for if he did, war would break out in there.

He was unsatisfied with the insincere apology as he glared at Prim in a professional manner.

“You better be.” (Kyris)

When he turned around, Prim was ready to punch the air where his head would have been, but Kyris turned back at her and she awkwardly put her hand down and pretended to grab a brush to focus on her canvas.

But, she knew what he’s thinking by that malicious look.

‘Even if that’s an interesting painting, it’s still a mess.’

‘To be honest, I drew a hot air balloon.’

It was all thanks to Reynsis that Prim could work in here.

‘But as expected, I really should quit my job as an Imperial Painter.’

It was a challenge for her. Prim came to the Palace to find ‘Beauty’ so she could clear these misunderstandings and awkward situations.

Prim thought seriously about all the chaos that she went through. If the Emperor decided to make Reynsis his successor and take over the Empire, it seemed that there was nothing she could do to preserve her position.

“Now, should I give up everything?” (Prim mumbled)

“Give up what?”

“The Imperial Painter’s position of course and -” (Prim)

Ah! She was so immersed in her thoughts that she answered carelessly. Prim turned around quickly.

It was Kyris, who stood there, ready to burst in anger at any time.

“You want to quit? How dare you play with the honorable position?” (Kyris)

Damn it! How could she run her mouth carelessly. Prim was ready to avoid that awkward situation by packing her things and taking off.

“Where are you going to run to?” (Kyris)

But Kyris was way faster. He held the canvas firmly from Prim’s outstretched arms firmly.

“You should know that I am a great fan of hot air balloons. Do you have any conscience?” (Kyris)

He stared at her painting as a malicious smirk formed on his face.

“If I were the one who drew this, I would be so embarrassed to even lift my face. You are even more brazen than I thought.” (Kyris)

In the Delision Empire where art was valued above all else, a painting being criticized badly by a superior was considered a shameful disgrace to an artist. Kyris used that method to make Prim feel anxious and discouraged.

“You have to be kicked out in front of everyone. You can never leave on your own.” (Kyris)

But fortunately, Prim didn’t mind his mocking at all.

“I apologised, my Lord. I will try harder next time.” (Prim)

Prim bowed down politely as if she was sincerely remorseful. Kyris flinched with her actions. He took his time to recover before continuing to speak.

“… The colour texture is applied too thick here and thin over there in multiple places and your blending technique is terrible. I really don’t know how you end up in here.” (Kyris)

“I see. Then, I will pay more attention next time.” (Prim)

“The line here is a bit crooked. If you have eyes, fix it properly. And also, if you have charcoal sticks to draw with, you can outline the lines better. Using tools like brush and paint have their limits, use it to an extent. There are oil’s stains here, goodness!” (Kyris)

“Oh, I see. I think I have to draw this again. Thank you for your precious time and valuable advice, my Lord.” (Prim)

“Yes, remember my advi-” (Kyris)

Kyris mouth snapped closed suddenly.

‘I didn’t give you any advice!’

It was clearly an insult as Kyris glared at her. Prim’s obsidian eyes, were coloured was like the deep, dark starry nights, has no emotion.

It was strange.

‘If you ever clawed deep inside those eyes, her eyes would change its colour..’

Kyris clenched his fist.

“I’m so disgusted by you to the point I want to kill you.” (Kyris)
(e/n: The feeling is mutual. So RUDE. (°ㅂ°╬))

It was a silent murmur with a murderous intent. Without warning, he threw the canvas on the marble floor.

He turned around and walked away. Looking at his silhouette disappearing, Prim sighed in relief.

‘He really has a nasty personality.’

But she did feel good that it ended a bit peacefully like this. She couldn’t imagine anything worse that could happen if she made any more mistakes in front of Kyris.

Prim leaned down to pick up her painting.

“Phew..”

A sighs escaped as she felt relieved after the tension.

This is not the time that she should waste carelessly. She must find ‘Beauty’ to solve everything.

“Prim?”

At the familiar voice, Prim raised her head.

It was Reynsis. His sword hung from his waist belt as he came to see her during his break from sword practice still wearing his training attire.

There were numerous servants lined up behind him.

After quickly picking up her stuff, Prim put herself together and acted as if nothing had happened.

Reynsis saw her expression before. He bit his lips as he approached Prim with quick strides.

“Why are you sitting like that earlier? Are you feeling ill?” (Reynsis)

“It’s nothing, Your Highness. I’m just picking up the stuff I accidentally dropped.”

Prim shook her head, denying his concern as she chuckled.

He stared at her with a suspicious look and then looked at the canvas she had in her arms.

“You drew that?” (Reynsis)

“Yes. But it’s a bit embarrassing to show you, Prince.”

Prim quickly hid her painting behind her back.

She didn’t want Reynsis to see her painting, even though she didn’t care about what other people’s opinions were.

However, to Reynsis, she felt ashamed and embarrassed.

He stared deeply at Prim. She looked like a child who was caught red handed.