The Tyrant's Happy Ending - Chapter 8.5

And the words that followed were like a death sentence. By the time Marquis Petra said those words, Yernen was so excited that he could not exert any strength in any part of his body.

“Ugh…!”

Marquis Petra grabbed Yernen by the hair and slammed her head down, down. Yernen immediately fell to the dirty floor, and only her buttocks were raised. Rough, thick hands gripped Yernen’s buttocks tightly, one by one, as if they would burst, and spread them apart. Unable to overcome the force, the holes opened together, and cold air flowed in.

And with that, I also knew what was going to happen next.

“Ugh…!”

The pen, filled with black ink, pierced the sensitive flesh between Yernen’s buttocks. Then, a small flame appeared and burned the spot, leaving a mark. A terrible scream escaped Yernen’s mouth in excruciating pain.

But more than that, what made Yernen small and miserable was… the gaze.

Tenes will be watching all of this. In the end, one of those people who didn’t want to be caught found out about everything.
Yernen didn’t even realize that his body was trembling involuntarily at the utterly miserable and humiliating reality. There was only one thought that filled Yernen’s head.

Now that Tenes knows, it wouldn’t be strange if Lyle found out at any time.

“Huhhh… Huhhh… .”

In an instant, large tears fell from Yernen’s eyes, which had become soaking wet, and pooled on the floor.

That, that was something I didn’t like. If Lyle found out and that guy came here, if he found out about all this and saw this messy body… If even my barely-held self-esteem came crashing down… .

“I am.”

Yernen closed his eyes as if he wanted to turn away from this reality. He desperately hoped that this was all a lie, a dream that would disappear when he woke up.

* * *

“…Sir.”

“… … .”

“Chief…!”

“Ah….”

“You’ve been acting strange lately. Are you okay?”

“… It’s okay, Basil.”

“Yes, work hard today too!”

“Okay.”

Tenes entered the palace with a salute. Tenes’ condition was so strange that anyone around him would unanimously say that it was strange. His face was as dark as death, and his eyes were full of deep thought. Moreover, when others spoke to him, he would often be absentminded and not even respond.

Because of this, rumors were secretly circulating in social circles that Harriet had kept Tenes by her side and used drugs to kill him. But that was not true. Tenes himself knew that the absurd rumor was circulating. However, Harriet had never really done him any harm.

Tennesse was just… out of her mind because of a headache she had recently developed.

The headaches began shortly after he returned from his boating trip, after he discovered that what he had thought was heaven had fallen miserably.

At first, he couldn’t accept it. He thought it might not be true. But as he escorted Harriet and listened to the secret conversations of the ministers he met, Tenes had no choice but to accept that what he had witnessed was true.

But there was nothing he could do.

He wanted to kill Harriet, who had made Yernen like that, but the people in the family he was responsible for held him back.
The Grand Duke of Beltimore disappeared into the back alleys of history on suspicion of treason, and the Grand Duchy became a direct territory of the Emperor. And all the people belonging to the Grand Duke’s family became slaves, working in the mines in chains and producing military supplies.

Tenes knew that the servants and vassals were in a state of such disarray that they could not bear to look at them with their eyes open. That was why, even after witnessing that day, Tenes kept his mouth shut and stood behind the emperor like a stone. As if nothing had happened.

But ignoring it didn’t make the truth disappear. When I closed my eyes, I remembered Yernen’s miserable appearance. The smell of burning flesh, screams, and the laughter of the men.

Yernen’s body was covered with large and small scars and blue and yellow bruises. Unlike before, he was also pitifully thin. This means that he had been abused for a long time.

Perhaps the disappearance of my fourteenth birthday. From that day on. And the pain will probably continue even now.

Tenes’ conscience constantly reminded him of that fact, and each time, his headache grew stronger.

Tenes stood at the doorway. Beyond this wall was the Emperor’s office. The Emperor’s room, where he had trampled upon his heaven and made it miserable, and where he had ruined the families of his close friends and finally taken their lives.

“No.”

He should not have harbored such feelings. As the head of the Trizia family, he had a duty to protect his younger brother who had not yet had his coming of age ceremony, his elderly mother, his many vassals, and the servants of the estate who had raised him since childhood. He had a responsibility to ensure that they lived the rest of their lives in comfort.

That was the duty of the rulers. It was the duty that Yernen had told him about when he was young, and so he had come to embrace it.

It’s only been two months since I was appointed to this position. And it’s also been two months since I was appointed to the position of head of the household.

He, who had valued justice more than anyone else, was now like a bird in a cage. He could not fight injustice and pursue justice as his heart and mind told him to. He shouldn’t have done that. He had people he had to take responsibility for.

He straightened his expression, making sure Harriet wouldn’t see through his thoughts.

Dripping.

“Come in.”

Teneth, who entered the room, bowed his head slightly. Harriet, unlike usual, was sitting on a low sofa instead of at the desk, with papers spread out in a messy manner.

“… … .”

Tenes stood quietly behind him and looked ahead.

“Sh1t.”

Harriet, who had been covering her eyes with her arms raised, got up and took out her cigar case, cursing softly. He cut off the end of the cigar with a familiar motion and lit it. Acrid smoke filled the room.

Tenes, who was trying to follow him silently, glanced at the word he suddenly found while skimming through the documents. That word was definitely ‘Ryle’.

Only then did he look down at the papers. They contained a brief, dry list of Lyle’s accomplishments as a commander on the battlefields of the North. The content was by no means light.

As far as Tenes knew, the battles written there were all great battles that gave the Empire decisive victories and brought many kingdoms under its control. And they were all miraculous battles that were achieved with very small forces.

Another document on the table. In it was Lyle’s proof of his parents’ innocence, that they had not plotted treason.

“…!”

Only after seeing the document did Tenes realize what had happened to Lyle. His fists clenched. Harriet spoke to Tenes, who was barely able to suppress his anger.

“… Tenes.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Order the men to prepare to go to the lake.”

“…Yes.”

Tenes easily noticed that it was the lake where Yernen was.
He tried to understand the horrible and unbelievable reality that Harriet had created, but he could never do so.

Bang!

Harriet threw open the door of the cabin roughly and stepped in. With her steps, the harsh midwinter wind blew into the cabin, and the small spark that had barely provided warmth was quickly extinguished.

Yernen, lying in bed, looked at the sudden intruder warily, and realized that the intruder was his brother, whom he had longed to meet.

“Hey… Riot…?”

Yernen asked with a trembling voice. But what came back was a terribly harsh order.

“Kneel down.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The knights quickly approached Yernen, who roughly refused to obey, and forced him to bend his knees, then lowered his head to the floor, as if he were a slave bowing down to his master.

“Ugh…!”

Yernen struggled to raise his head.

But Harriet looked at her youngest half-sister, who was struggling, with cold eyes and called out to someone.

“Norenz.”

He was a member of the House of Lords brought directly from Harriet’s mother’s homeland, and after Harriet ascended to the throne, he expelled all the royal members of the House of Lords and took the position of the Supreme Councilor.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Check it out.”

“Yes.”

Norenz approached Yernen as ordered by Harriet. He then gestured to the knights. At his gesture, Yernen’s waist arched and her buttocks rose into the air.

“Ugh…! I can’t let go right now!”

There were screams of refusal, but no one paid attention to them.

Norrenz opened the bag he had brought with him and took out a large, long anoscope. Then he lowered his rough-cloth trousers to reveal the buttocks I was to examine.

When he pulled down his pants, his buttocks were revealed, covered in bruises and small scars. Just above his buttocks, the words ‘Please fvck me’ were written in bold black letters.

“Her.”

It was an extremely vulgar act. The old congressman finally discovered the truth behind the boating that had been kept under wraps for so long. He wondered what was going on in this remote island… and this is what was happening.