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haelieana · 3 years

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TL : Leah

PR : Yeonie

The Tyrant's Love

Chapter 1 - I was forced back by the goddess of favoritism

That kind of appearance and chubby body that can be seen anywhere. Intermediate grades, neither exceptionally good nor bad. When just those things made a three combo, I became the worst human being.

Death also deserved it, and was very insignificant.

A college student commits suicide because he is pessimistic about life? I can't do anything like suicide. I was a coward.

My cause of death was overreacting due to an awesome appetite and the immediate body that followed.

The dull body fell asleep ignoring the pain even though I was in a hurry, and as a result, a heart attack occurred during my sleep. It was such a ridiculous and absurd death.

I was able to be reborn as the main character in the novel that I enjoyed, contrary to whether it was a gift from God to me who had never been the main character.

< The Breeder's Ring >

The world in the zookeeper's ring was the view of the world in which Anthea, the god of flowers and Azar, the god of fire, married and formed a country.

The marriage of God, the god of flowers and the god of fire, was blessed with the marriage of the century, but there was only one flaw in their marriage. The descendants born with the blood of Azar, the god of fire, restrained their anger.

The descendants who were not able to control their anger became tyrants through tyranny from generation to generation, and Anthea, the flower god, who felt sorry for this, created the ring of Anthea.

Anthea's ring was a ring to find the emperor's companion, and when the ring's owner wore it, the black diamond turned pink and was a mysterious ring that could not be removed no matter how hard you try.

The emperors who found their companions were remarkably stable in their redness, so that they could restrain themselves.

It was possible, and there was peace in the empire.

Even if you explain it in such a long and long way, there is only one conclusion. It was a book about when the owner of Anthea's ring, which was handed down from generation to generation, appeared, and the relationship between heaven put the tyrant to rest and became his wife and lived happily ever after.

Marilyn Horatia.

Apparently, the heroine of this book is to be the bride of the 32nd Emperor, Rayle Bertil, and to be a beloved empress by taming the great tyrant.

The tyrants were all weak against the ring's owner, as the author called Anthea's ring a zookeeper's ring. When the ring's owner appeared, they all acted as if they were living their lives solely for her.

I was reborn as Marilyn, the heroine in such a book.

However, unlike the original story, which is loved and happy, I was coldly treated by the male protagonist, Rayle.

She was taken away by the princess and died in prison, saying that she was the last one.

Something like this is a life that can only be cursed.

How can there be such a thing as a life?

That's who I am.

Yoon Sohee.

It was Marilyn Horatia's life.

***********

I remembered that Cornelia was slowly dying after injecting a strange drug into my wrist.

I opened my eyes behind the distant darkness that seemed to be being sucked in high, and I stood in a white space.

And a woman with dark pink hair and fresh green eyes stared at me with such a sad look on her face.

".... Who are you?"

"Nice to meet you like this, Marilyn. I'm Anthea, the god of flowers."

Anthea, the god of flowers?

Anthea, the god of flowers, caused me to live miserably and die. She was one of the founders of Bertil's founding myths, and the god who made the Ring of Anthea.

Now that it's all over, I can't guess why she showed up to me.

"Anthea, am I.... dead by any chance?"

".... Lynn, can you look in the mirror?"

Anthea pretended not to hear my question, skillfully turning the conversation around. As she sidesteps my answer and turns the subject around, I'm sure I'm dead.

As she looked still, questioning the word "look in the mirror" in the empty air, she grinned and reached into the air, creating a large full-length mirror.

The mirror wasn't the usual mirror to reflect the object of looking.

"This is...?"

A part of my chest stung because I felt desperate screaming.

"That's ridiculous. Is this a fantasy created by the goddess?"

"No, it's, as Lynn predicted, the future after Lynn's death. It's actually happening right now."

"Why... Why's Rayle like that?"

It couldn't have been. The situation I see now will not be true. There were things in the mirror that were too unbelievable to be true.

Obviously, Rayle had only been watching me dying.

But there was no way he could really be the one sobbing, unable to control himself.

"Lynn, please go back and stop this terrible future. Please."

Did I hear something wrong? How else can you tell me to go back?

If you were goddess Anthea, wouldn't you have seen everything?

Therefore, it was right to reject this ridiculous offer immediately.

"Please, please. Lynn.... You're the victim, too! Don't you want to make everything right?"

"Not at all! I want everything right this much! There wasn't a nail in the coffin. I mean, if it's already over and you're about to die, what's the point of going back?"

"Is it because you feel sorry for me? Is it? You're worried about your descendants."

"..........."

Antea couldn't answer whether she was stabbed to the core, and she was so surprised that she sighed.

Blood ties! Skin ties!

It's all a shitty combination.

I know it well because I've been hit by that combination a lot in my previous life. I never imagined that a person called the goddess of flowers and peace would be the goddess of favoritism, that only her descendants knew.

Now I understand why Anthea made that ridiculous ring.

"Lyn! I, for that reason....."

"Ahhhhhh!!! I don't know. Anyway, I have nothing to see with the descendants of the Goddess again."

I'm not going to save anyone, I'm not going back. I don't know if this is a dream or reality anymore. I closed my eyes and covered my ears.

"Lynn has no choice! It's a wrong ending, a wrong death."

"You don't have to reincarnate me like this again. Alas, this is how I will remain the soul of my life."

The more I listened, the more absurd the goddess was, and in the end, I lay on the floor as if I were a pear.

"Is that what I showed you in the mirror, the future after your death?"

"Yes~ It's the result of the Goddess's precious descendants' choice. And as the Goddess said, I’m a victim."

I'm a little deaf with a nose. I sang and looked away, and the goddess just looked at me.

"I'm so sorry, Lynn..... I have to get this right."

At the same time as that, my body, which was in a state of soul, began to shine, and I could only see that it was very refined.

"Oh, my God, fu*@&#&#! Anthea, you are the goddess of flowers and peace. God, the god of favoritism united by blood!"

***********

Smells like choux feet.

Born again.

I don't want that either, but I'm forced to.

Fortunately, among the misfortunes, it is that children are not. Starting from the days of shit diapers in the spirit of an adult, this is really something you can't do twice.

"Miss Marilyn! The Marquis is here!"

Now my touch was telling me. This feeling. It's kind of weird.

"Luda...?"

"What's wrong?"

Not Luda, who was dying in prison looking miserable, but Luda, who was alive and moving, stood in front of me. I guess I'm really back alive.

"Luda, how old am I now?"

"What are you talking about? You just turned 16 yesterday."

Oh, my God! Goddess must have made up her mind. It starts from the first meeting, right?

Me and Rayle first met when I was 16 years old when I could try on a ring. He was 23 years old at the time, and he must have had an affair with such a rich Cornelia because he kept on attaching him to a baby fishy little boy.

He was 23 years old at the time, and he must have had an affair with such a rich Cornelia.

Still, I've only looked at myself for three years, but when I look back, it's a real rot.

At this time, why did my mother and father call me? No matter how hard I tried to think back, I couldn't think of such a detailed memory.

"Lyn! Welcome."

"Mother and father, why did you call me?"

When I came back, I couldn't get used to seeing my mother smile at me without getting angry.

Since I became the ring's owner, When I was given the cold shoulder by my mother, she said, 'Every time you do that, you have to do better. You have to behave properly.’ All she did was push me harder on my back.

My father often sighed because he felt bad when he saw me being treated badly by Rayle, so unless it was something special, the two of them didn't bother to look for me.

Was it because I was neglected? The relationship between my father and Rayle, who was a competent military, began to distort when I became the owner of the ring.

In my family, in the Imperial Palace, in the social world, there was only one person next to me, who always protected me, Luda.

Wow, come to think of it, I lived a very poor life.

"Lyn, you know my friend is Duke of Bolton in the Empire of Katleya, right?”

"Yes, you've been friends since your academy days."

This book contains two major empires, the Bertilian Empire and the Kathleya Empire.

In addition, it was a world view of a huge land mass with a total of 9 kingdoms and sub-tribes.

Among them, there is a middle kingdom in the middle of Bertil and Kathleya, a country of the same concept as neutral Switzerland.

It is a place where education is very advanced and outstanding, and there is an academy that is eager to enter not only the two empires but also the nine kingdoms.

"This time Lucius' children are going to enter the academy! Lynn, why don't you go, too?"

Right! There was an offer like this! Last time, because I was dying to get on the original route for no reason, this time it's an escape study route!

"Good! I know that admission to the Oxford Academy is difficult, but my father is the best!"

After all, power is the best in the world. As far as I know, the Duke of Bolton was the board of directors or chairman of the Oxford Academy, or I knew he was in one position.

I'll never let Anthea get her way. This is it!

Bye bye, Rayle!

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