The Tyrant’s Last Doll

s about it, so he was a noble that didn’t have much name to himself.

‘But even so, he stayed and helped Eris.
People said that he did it because he loved her.
But why would a man like him be like this….’

“Oh, my.
Are you sick?” He put a hand on my shoulder.
I felt like the blood was rushing from my body and I began to feel faint.
I’m sure my face had gone pale, which is what concerned Piett.

Ravis’ warning screamed in my mind. If you encounter anyone who makes you feel that way, run.
Don’t look back, just run away! Piett had to be the person that Ravis was looking for, but he already had me cornered and there was no way that I could run.
I clenched my teeth and looked into his eyes.

He brought his face close to mine and whispered, “I have always wanted to meet you, Chosen One.”

I felt I had been trapped in a pit with a viper.
“Who are you?” I asked, as my body shuddered.

The man’s eyes lit up with an evil glint and he gave me a bizarre smile.
“Even if I don’t say it, you can sense who I am.”

“It feels like you are a terrible human being.
Are you even human?” I knew what I said was insulting, but I could feel nothing but unpleasantness and terror from this figure before me.

Instead of being offended, he smiled even wider.
Taking his hand off my shoulder, he stepped back.
The icy grip of fear released its hold on me, and I began to feel my body again.
Yet, there was still a wave of evil emanating from this man.

“Your Majesty has been with you so much; it has been tough to greet you.
It’s nice to finally meet you.
You emit a fragrant smell of goodness.” His purple, predatory eyes bore right into me.
“It’s tempting enough to make me want to crush it.”

I almost screamed, but I needed to find out what this man wanted with me.
“Do you know me?” I asked.
It seemed like so many people were suddenly recognizing me today.
What the hell happened to cause that?

Piett fiddled with the tip of the mask’s beak.
“Of course.
I know you very well.
I’ve been watching you, ever since you entered the palace.”

Surprised by those words, I suddenly lost strength in my legs and stumbled.
The plate I had been holding in my hand fell and shattered.

“Oh, my,” Piett exclaimed as shards of glass flew through the air.
He quickly swung his cane, causing black smoke to flow out of it.
It acted as a shield, preventing the sharp pieces of plate from striking me.
It seemed like he was actually trying to protect me, yet it felt dangerous and evil.
I took a step back.
The black smoke that Piett had released seemed to surround his entire body in darkness, as if the night had folded around him.