I'll Become the Tyrant's Tutor Chapter 14

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“What? Is there such a thing? How is that? Please let me know!”

Sylvia cried with a desperate face.

“But I don't know if it will work out. It is not easy to break up the relationship that your father has chosen.”

Prim said while fixing her mask.

What a tempted offer! She wonders if she can manipulate this lady.

Sylvia seemed to be able to do anything if she could cut off her political fiancee.

“Please! Please!”

Sylvia grabbed the edge of Prim's robe with a desperate look.

“Well, then I can't reject this.”

Prim bowed her head as if she was graceful.

“Come, follow my step. First, put your hands on your chest. “

Prim put her hand on her own chest, and other young ladies including Sylvia, followed her action

“Then, you just have to confess all the bad things you did today.”

When Prim spoke in a kind tone, they were confused faces.

“Well, is that all?”

“What do you mean! This is effective!”

When Prim shouted with a fierce tone. Sylvia was startled and quickly approached Elena.

“I'm sorry, Lady Elena. Please forget everything I did today.”

“Well, me too. I just did what Lady Sylvia asked.”

“Me too!”

When Sylvia confessed her mistake, the ladies followed and confessed their mistake as well. Elina was blinking with a puzzled look.

“Is that all?”

Then, Prim went forward. The ladies nodded vigorously.

“Now, then, go home with that state of mind. And reflect on your mistake until you fall asleep. Otherwise, heaven will connect you with an ugly fate.”

When Prim spoke in a scary tone, they hurried out from their seats and ran away.

‘Well, case solved.'

Prim was satisfied with their reaction and took off her mask.

“Ah,”

Elena who was confused made eye contact with Prim.

“Hello?”

Prim smiles broadly and says hello.

Suddenly, Elena murmured something weird.

“Purple…”

“Pardon?”

Eleanor muttered the colour as if she was possessed.

At that short moment, Elena saw Prim's eyes shining in purple…?

Then, Elena rubbed her eyes. But Prim's eyes were dark black like the night sky.

“Did I see it wrong?”

Elena, mumbled in silence as she looked at Prim.

Prim spoke in a sly tone.

“I'm sorry. I think they are bothering you just now, Lady.”

“…… You did it for me?”

“Well, that's right.

Prim shrugged lightly and leaned down. She began to pick up the broken cup of coffee.

She dropped it on purpose, so she will have to compensate for the glass.

It was when she thought of the emergency gold coins that she brought just in case things went wrong. Elena leaned down and began to pick up a cup of coffee too.

A noble touched a broken glass? It was not okay. Prim reached out her hand to stop her.

“Just let me pick it up.” (Prim)

“Let's do it together.” (Elena)

“……”

“You've helped me.”

She glanced at Prim.

“Thank you. To be honest, you were hilarious. I will probably be less nervous when I get home.”

When she recalled back, Elena burst out laughing.

“We've been busy cursing each other around the time. I didn't know there would be such a pleasant way to avoid Lady Sylvia. I want to learn it separately.”

Elena raised her head and smiled brightly as she faced Prim.

“Thank you very much. I feel refreshed.” (Elena)

There was a power that caught Prim's eyes.

A bright pale skin, soft face, red eyes like a ruby.

Prim slowly stopped laughing, and began to feel an indescribable feeling.

It was a very familiar dialogue when the Beast rescued the Beauty. It was said when the beauty had been busy pushing him out, the beast opened his heart for the first time.

A dainty, timid beauty. The line that she decided to write because it was a scene that revealed his innermost thoughts.

Prim finally got it.

‘This is like the Beauty.'

Prim got close to her with a serious face, shining eyes.

“Do you believe in fate?”

Elena blinked as her eyes went big. The red eyes, which were seen between the long eyelashes stared at Prim.

“What are you talking about?”

“If I were a witch, I would have just blown them away. I don't need that kind of acting.”

“But you're not a witch.” (Elena)

Elena murmured sadly. She seemed sensitive with the ‘Witch' remark.

With Elena's help, Prim managed to clear the broken glass. She even apologized to the staff for causing the coffee stains.

“……”

Elena looked at her.

“Oh, wait.”

After the apology, Prim turned her head toward Elena.

“You guys were talking about the 7th Queen's birthday.”

“Oh, that. Every summer is the birthday of the Queen. Didn't you know?”

“Oh yes because I'm not from this Empire.”

She is just a soul that possessed a character.

Elena looked surprised at Prim's words.

She had to quickly catch onto another topic and continue the conversation.

“If you don't mind, could you show me your painting, Lady.”

“All… my paintings?”

“Yes, as I said, I don't know the style of the Empire.”

Prim brushed her hair back as their situation was a bit awkward.

“I heard what you said earlier. I think you brought a painting, but if it is not a burden, could you show me yours?”

“I think it's better to look at the paintings in this gallery than mine. I'm not good at drawing.”

Elena fiddled with the canvas she had brought. She even glanced at the canvas that she held.

Even if she said that, sbe seemed to want to show her paintings.

Elena felt hesitated and gave her the canvas1

In response, Prim smiled and accepted the painting.

It was a picture of a woman with brown hair facing the sea.

Elena's painting is open to color. A transparent picture, as if once the water had drained away. It was blurry but clear as the face reflected in the lake.

“You draw well.”

“Not really.”

Elena smiled shyly and shook her head.

“Oh, come to think of it, my introduction is late. My name is Primabel. I'm working as a Painter, but I'm not famous. Please call me Prim.

“My name is Elena Zerbeta. You must be disappointed.”

“What.. Haha.”

Prim just smiled, hiding her broken heart. It was because she had never held a brush once when she came into this body.

Beauty candidate is Elena Zerbeta. Prim recalled her name.

“By any chance, if you don't mind, can you help me study painting?”

“Me?”

Elena looked puzzled at the sudden request.

“Yes. I haven't been to this empire for a long time, so I don't know a lot of things. If you don't mind, I'd like to know about the good paintings and famous writers from the Empire.

“But..”

“I'm not that close to anyone. It would be nice if Lady Elena could help me…Would it be difficult?”

Elena looked at Prim in guilt.

For her, Primabel was a really amazing lady. She solved the affairs of the young ladies in a unique way, and even relieved the situation.

A person that is so different from herself. And…the first person that asked her to teach painting

Elena couldn't refuse her.

“Yes, I can help you.”

She nodded shyly.

Done. Prim had a good time at the teahouse. She has been given a chance to go after one of the Beauty candidates.

“Then shall we make an appointment?”

So they decided to meet three times a week at the teahouse.

“I'm ashamed to say this…”

Before getting into the carriage, Elena carefully glanced at Prim.

“I've never made an appointment with someone. I think I have a friend.” (Elena)

Elena said and smiled shyly. It was like a confession.

“…… I'll see you on the day we promised.” (Elena)

Elena rushed into the carriage because she was embarrassed.

Prim smiled as she watched the carriage moving away.

When she met Elena, it would be easier to get to know about other young noble ladies.

Then we can look for more beautiful candidates. She wishes Elena were the beauty. That's what Prim thought as she moved into her carriage.

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It was dark before she knew it. Prim was hesitant to go to Reynsis's room. But she wanted to show her face.

“Your Highness.”

She called him out. She even knocked on the door, but she couldn't hear anything.

“Are you sleeping?”

Still, there was no answer. He seemed to be sleeping.

“I will be back next time.”

She wants to go back to her room.

But suddenly, a loud thud was heard from inside Reynsis's room.

“Prince? Is something wrong!?”

Prim was surprised and hurriedly opened the door.

“What are you doing?”

The study table fell down and Reynsis was in a sloppy condition as if he was flipped and fell down from his chair.

Prim stared at the messy books, then turned her eyes towards him.

What surprised her so much, is that he had a confused face.+

“Are you sick?”1

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