The Tyrant Is A Little Bit Kind-Chapter 36: The Golden One 2

(Third Person POV)

This time, the one who grabbed the golden man’s neck was Orlax.

"I swear, if you touch a single hair on her, you won’t see the next day."

The overwhelming intent to kill filled the space, and the golden man felt terrified as chills ran down his body.

"I... didn’t... do anything to them... but if you kill me, my followers will... kill them."

Orlax relaxed his grip and released the golden man so he could breathe.

The golden man took a deep breath, gradually regaining the composure he had lost.

Tiran and Orlax exchanged looks and nodded to each other.

Orlax stepped toward the golden man, placed his hand on his shoulder, and began to press hard.

"We’ll let you leave without killing you, but first, remove the barrier."

The golden man felt a painful sensation in his shoulder, so he quickly raised his hand and removed the barrier.

Orlax pulled his hand away from the golden man’s shoulder and let him go.

The golden man turned and started walking away quickly, preparing to leave, but a voice behind him stopped him.

"Wait."

"What? Are you going back on your words?"

The golden man turned around to see the black-haired boy approaching him.

"No, I won’t go back on my words. But, give me your staff—I want to see it for a moment."

The golden man looked confused by this request but obediently handed over the staff.

Orlax inspected the staff from all angles before returning it to the golden man.

"A beautiful staff. Make sure to keep it intact."

"Why?"

The golden man was puzzled by the request to keep his staff in good condition.

"Because I’m going to take it soon. Now, leave."

The golden man hurried away as fear seized his body upon hearing these words.

Orlax turned to the rising sun and spoke to Tiran, who stood beside him.

"We need to return to the city now."

"Yeah, but this is frustrating—to let him slip through our fingers like this."

"Don’t worry. We’ll see him sooner than you think."

Tiran began commanding the soldiers to move. Everyone boarded their vehicles and headed toward the city.

Finally, after two hours, the vehicles arrived in the city.

Once inside, everyone went to rest, exhausted and hungry.

In the Duke’s palace, Tiran and Orlax sat across from each other, discussing the previous events.

"At first, I thought that person was from the Reinhardt family. But after seeing his face, I realized he wasn’t one of them," Orlax said as he sipped the tea placed before him.

"I haven’t seen his face before. I think he might be someone from another empire," Tiran responded, now dressed in simpler clothes, eating his meal with enthusiasm.

"Well, why don’t we go ask him ourselves—nicely?"

A smile formed on the black-haired boy’s face as he looked at a tablet displaying a map with a red dot.

"Haha, why not? He’s going to be surprised when he realizes that his beloved staff will be the reason for his demise."

Tiran laughed wholeheartedly as he imagined the future.

Earlier, when Orlax took the golden man’s staff, he secretly placed a tracking device on it while the golden man wasn’t paying attention.

Orlax had requested the tracker from Tiran earlier, intending to use it on Dormon, suspecting him. But upon seeing the golden man, he changed his plans and placed it on him instead.

"Let’s rest a little, and we’ll visit him at night."

Orlax stood from the couch, left Tiran’s office, and headed to the guest room.

He entered, lay on the bed, and pulled out his phone.

’I’ve been awake for three days. Exhaustion is taking over my mind. I can’t think clearly in this state.’

He tossed and turned on the bed, trying to sleep, but every time he dozed off, he woke up five minutes later in panic due to his dreams.

"Damn it!"

He grabbed his head in pain, trying desperately to calm himself.

He got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to soothe himself.

After coming out and relaxing a little, he put on his clothes and left the room.

This time, he headed to the guest room next to his and knocked on the door.

"Lira, are you awake?"

He heard no response, so he knocked harder. Finally, he heard footsteps approaching.

The door opened, revealing Lira dressed in simple home clothes, different from the usual maid attire.

"Your Majesty! When did you arrive? If you had told me, I would have welcomed you."

"I arrived at night, so I didn’t want to wake you."

"Oh, okay."

Silence lingered for a moment before he broke it.

"How are you? Has anything happened in these past days?"

"No, no, of course not. There’s no problem."

Lira seemed flustered, waving her hands, but everything was written on her face.

"So something did happen. Tell me—did someone bother you here?"

"No, no, everyone is kind here, but..."

"Go on."

"Well, my mother was discharged from the hospital yesterday, and her treatment for her illness ended. So, I was a little worried and wanted to see her."

Lira lowered her head as she spoke, and Orlax looked at her silently.

"Alright, go see her."

"Huh? I can’t leave Your Majesty and go. I’ll see her when I return."

"Lira."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"If you don’t go see her now, your salary for the next six months will be deducted."

A gentle smile appeared on Lira’s lips, and she lifted her head with a happy expression.

"Understood, Your Majesty. As you command, I’ll pack my things and take the earliest flight this afternoon."

"Yes, yes. Farewell. Make sure to take good care of your mother."

"Of course. She’s my only family, after all."

After bidding Lira farewell, Orlax headed toward the training grounds and started meditating there.

He sat cross-legged, lost in thought.

’I’ve made many mistakes during this time. I wasn’t paying attention to what was happening inside the kingdom, allowing these rats to infiltrate. And I didn’t ensure Sera’s safety—they used her to threaten me.’

’I need more power, I am still weak, there are so many people in the world who can defeat me— No, all of this happened because...’

Orlax opened his eyes after finishing his meditation, stood up, and unsheathed his sword.

"All of this happened because I relied only on my own strength. I need people—people who will be my eyes and hands, watching everything happening inside and outside. That way, I can ensure everyone’s safety."

Orlax carefully and slowly cleaned his sword before embedding it inside his body. He then left the palace and started observing the city from above.

He watched the people walk happily and safely, without fear of harm.

’Since becoming the Emperor, it’s my duty to maintain this happiness and security.’

He thought about many things until the sun began to set. Finally, he descended and headed toward Tiran’s office.

He found Tiran sitting at his desk, reviewing the stacked documents before him.

"I didn’t expect you to handle these kinds of tasks."

"Well, it’s part of my duties. I’m the Duke here."

The black-haired boy glanced at the documents Tiran was holding, his lips twitching.

"The Sword Technique of the Great Emperor, The One-Handed Swordsman’s Journey, Between Sword and War."

All the papers Tiran was holding were similar to those the black-haired boy had read.

"Hehehe, these are among the most important duties I must fulfill."

Tiran laughed with a satisfied smile, never taking his eyes off the papers in front of him.

"I should have expected this. But how does this city maintain its progress while you’re busy with your ’important duties’?"

"Oh, you mean managing the city? My wife handles those affairs, hahaha."

"Anyway, it’s time to go."

Orlax sighed, leaning against the door, waiting for Tiran to stand.

"It’s already time? I was so immersed in my work that I didn’t notice the sunset." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Tiran got up from his chair, stretched, and opened the door.

Both of them left the office and headed toward the courtyard.

Hundreds of knights gathered, ready and equipped with their gear.

Tiran stood in front of them, watching closely. After clearing his throat, he spoke.

"Are you all ready?"

"Yes!!"

"What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Tiran turned to the black-haired boy with a proud smile as he looked at his soldiers radiating murderous intent.

"Not bad."

Orlax spoke in his monotonous tone, observing the battle-hardened soldiers, prepared to fulfill their duty.

"Alright. Today, our target is a criminal organization that has committed many major crimes. Follow me!"

Everyone began to leave the courtyard, heading toward the city wall, boarding the prepared vehicles.

Tiran and Orlax rode in the same car, monitoring the map displaying the golden man’s location.

"Head to this site."

Tiran handed the driver the map, instructing him to drive to the specified location.

The lead vehicle set off, followed by hundreds of soldier-filled cars.