The Tyrant's Tranquilizer

The Count managed to get his act together. It was something to do with his precious daughter. No matter how much he feared Serwin, he couldn’t just get over it. 

“What do you mean by that? What do you mean father-in-law? I know that my daughter and Your Majesty don’t have that kind of relationship.” 

“Of course not yet. I’m in a position to beg her unilaterally.”

“Amelie, did Your Majesty force you? Is that why you cried?”

In the Count’s mind, Serwin threatened Amelie, so Amelie was frightened and cried. Yes, if he’s a tyrant, he’s left with that. He quietly gripped the knife. At this moment, whether he was the Emperor or anything, he could only think about punishing that brat who made his daughter cry.

“It’s not like that… I cried because of my mother. Your Majesty comforted me.”

“Really?”

“It’s true! Calm down.”

Amelie grabbed the Count’s arm and put him in a chair.

“Your Majesty comforted you?”

“Yes!”

The Count...

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