Eaten By The Tyrant I Raised

“They would never dare to disrespect the owner of the deity.
The issue lies in the fact that there are those who are targeting the owner of the deity.”

“…So you’re referring to the people in Miltan street.”

Nisha’s eyes widened slightly before nodding his head.
He was one of the few people who knew about Lorna.

Having investigated her while accompanying Nabel to rescue her, he had some knowledge about her.

He knew, for instance, that she spent most of her time in the mansion.

“…”

Yet, it seemed that the news from outside the mansion didn’t darken her mood.

Nisha opened his mouth with a slight hint of relief on his face.

“Most likely, the deity can prevent the majority of such incidents.
However, accidents that occur without malicious intent, or assassinations that go unnoticed by the owner of the deity, cannot be stopped.”

Nisha spoke with a hint of awkwardness.

“For instance, if an assassin were to enter while the owner is sleeping, it means that the deity cannot prevent it.”

“Ah…”

Lorna’s eyes widened.
Nisha lowered his head.

“His Highness has also commanded station guards around you, but since you haven’t officially received the title of the deity’s owner, we cannot assign guards beyond what is provided to esteemed guests.
So, you must remain cautious at all times.”

He repeatedly emphasized, urging Lorna to be careful.

“Especially, if there is someone who comes to meet you under the pretext of another excuse, such as ‘Duke Lound,’ you may refuse the visit.
The maids will find a suitable excuse to decline.”

Is that understood?

His gaze turned towards the head maid Diya.

Being a loyal servant of Nabel, Diya nodded briefly.

No one beneath Nabel was unaware that Duke Lound was a rebel faction.

“Please, I beg of you.”

Nisha scrutinized Lorna once again.

She was just a young lady.

Her rosy hair was a colour no different from a symbol of the eastern continent, but it only made her stand out slightly.
She seemed powerless.

‘The owner of the deity…’

Indeed, Iber had a need for formidable power.

However, the power he was concerned about was slightly different.

Nisha remembered the day Lorna first arrived.

Nabel, who always maintained a cool demeanour in the palace, gave her a gentle smile that melted like the spring sunlight on her, unlike anyone else.

That deceitful appearance.

He had been in Nabel’s service for almost ten years.

When they first met, Nabel was a wounded child, and he had grown into a ruthless tyrant who knew nothing of bloodshed or tears.

It was an unavoidable choice in order to survive.

But as expected of the bloodline of Iber, the royal family that no one trusted and everyone was cautious of, Nabel always maintained his guard.

Having spent so much time together, Nisha couldn’t help but worry, knowing the words of the emperors of Iber.

And so, secretly, he saw hope in Lorna.

She is like the spring sunlight.

He hoped that Lorna, like the warmth of the spring sunlight, could melt even a bit of the icy heart of his lord.

***

Nabellonged to always be by Lorna’s side.
It was only natural.

After all, they had spent ten years together.

However, the palace was vast, and as the yet uncrowned mistress, there were many places in the palace where she couldn’t enter.

If he desired to become a tyrant, he could have silenced her effortlessly.

He could have entered his office, where secrets from various nations were gathered, with ease.

If others dared to oppose him, he could simply slit their throats.

“Grant me the title of Empress.”

But Lorna’s single request became a leash that silently subdued Navel.

Instead, he contented himself by occasionally catching a glimpse of her figure beyond the terrace.

In the sun-drenched, pristine white terrace, her presence was akin to a garden in full bloom.
I can sense your fragrance from here.

Of course, if he felt he couldn’t bear it any longer, he would secretly visit her at night.

“Navel!”

When Nabelappeared at the third-floor window while Lorna was residing on the fifth floor, she was startled.

She had to delicately open the window, fearing he might accidentally fall.

“What if you get hurt trying to enter through the window?”

“I practiced a lot when I was young, so it’s fine.”

Navel’s warm smile made him seem somewhat mischievous.

Thus, the two of them spent long hours together every night.

Of course, Nabelnever took advantage of her when she was unwell.
Though she had experienced sweet ecstasy multiple times, he never claimed her as his own.

Once he entered her, he felt he wouldn’t be able to stop.

He feared he would ravage her relentlessly, to the point where she wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.

In order for anyone in this town to recognize that she belonged to Nabel Iber, she made sure of it.

Still, rumours began to spread gradually that he visited her room every night.

“A tyrant is weak against women…”

The servant who carelessly let out those words on behalf of Lord Roud disappeared without a trace.

Since then, Nabel would secretly visit her room through the window and return to his own before sunrise.

My reputation was fine.

But I couldn’t tolerate the dirty rumours swirling around Lorna.

“They say Belle can’t protect me when I’m asleep.”

“Is that what Nasha told you?”

The only time the two of them could be together without caring about the gaze of others was during dinner time.

A light dinner at the restaurant after Nabel’s work was done.

He willingly vacated the first-floor restaurant for Lorna, which was originally reserved for the royal family.

Although it used to be a place where even esteemed guests could dine together, it had essentially become a restaurant exclusively for Nabel and Lorna since the strict security measures were put in place by his command.

“Don’t worry too much.
There are still people in the palace who used to serve the gods.”

Those who listened to Archmage Pell’s teachings.

They knew well how to serve the gods.

In front of them, there was tender Tovian meat.

Tovians were common animals throughout the empire, but the taste varied greatly depending on how they were prepared.

For example, it was one of the meats that Lorna could eat, as it was one of the few she could digest.

Nabel looked at the finely sliced Tovian meat on Lorna’s plate and then shifted his gaze to the side.

“….?”

Lorna tilted her head slightly at his gaze and picked up her fork.

With a gentle lifting motion, she naturally brought the food to her mouth.

The Tovian meat, topped with a smooth brown sauce, stimulated the appetite just by looking at it.

“Ah.”

At that moment, her fork stopped.

Nabel’s hand had suddenly appeared on top of her hand.

Sitting across from her, he had somehow returned behind her without her noticing.

His shadow gently brushed against the corner of Lorna’s eye.

“Just a moment.”

“Hmm?”

Nabel chuckled softly, leaning forward slightly.

In response, Lorna was taken aback as Nabel swiftly took the meat she had speared with her fork and put it in his own mouth.

Lorna’s face turned to Nabel’s face, and she let out a small burst of laughter.

“Nabel,” she said.

Nabel tilted his head slightly and moved her hand lightly.

Lorna’s fork, which he was holding, followed his hand and speared another piece of Tobia steak.

He then brushed a transparent-coloured sauce next to it and took another bite.

“Hmm…”

Then, he switched forks with Lorna, which she hadn’t used.