Eaten By The Tyrant I Raised

And he tapped the table.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

A maid immediately entered the empty dining room.

Nabel extended his hand as if to call someone else.

“Did you summon me?”

Then, Nisha poked his head through the doorway.
Nabel gestured to him.

“Bring this back.”

“Yes.”

Nisha approached promptly.

After a courteous greeting, he took the sauce that was in front of Lorna and walked away.

“Nabel?”

Curious about his actions, Lorna asked.

Nabel, with a slightly wrinkled face, covered his mouth and then spoke.

“I smelled the scent of Rosia candles from the steak.”

“Rosia?”

Lorna slightly tilted her head.
It was a candle so common that even Lorna knew it well.

Especially in the Eastern Continent, Russia was renowned to the extent that even commoners would grind its leaves into seasoning and consume it.

“Do you not eat Russian food in the Western Continent?”

“We do, but… we don’t eat it with Tobia meat.”

Nabel squinted his eyes.

A faint red stain was on his white glove, which he habitually wore.

It was the part he had wiped his lips with.

He took off the gloves as if nothing had happened, ensuring that the bloodstains were not visible to Lorna, and smiled.

“It’s all right now.”

Clearly, Nabel had just eaten steak a while ago.

Lorna examined him closely.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ve had it a few times before, so I’m fine.”

He hesitated for a moment, his fork paused, as if he had noticed how my words might have sounded to Lorna.

“…”

Lorna briefly and deeply observed Navel, as if peering into his past ten years.

Nabelchuckled.

“Don’t worry about me.
But…”

His low voice reverberated through the restaurant.

“Be careful, Lady.”

There were already those who were targeting him.

That’s why I didn’t want to expose Lady to the outside world.

“…”

His gaze swept over the dining table once again.
There was no longer any problematic food.

We would have to trace who they were, but they were individuals faithful to the fundamentals of assassination.

They hid devices that could cause fatal harm in the most trivial and natural places, ensuring that their opponents wouldn’t notice.

“…”

Nabel didn’t mind if she wasn’t the owner of Shinsu.
Even if I rose to become a tyrant obsessed with women in the history books, it didn’t matter.

As long as this place remained a sanctuary for Lady.

Such incidents would occur frequently from now on.

He spoke in a low voice.

“You know, Lady.”

His voice resonated through the restaurant.

“It’s lonely to be alone Lorna.”

So please, don’t leave me Lorna.

The plea-like whisper echoed through the restaurant.