I Became The Secretary Of A Tyrant Chapter 0

I Beca the Secretary of a Tyrant Prologue

Etheus Calendar July 6th, year 359

A man was sitting in his chair. The chair had a red velvet cushion, fra made of gold, and a lion crafted on the armrest that had blue diamonds as eyes. It was a chair that was the epito of luxury, and a symbol of power and wealth, but it was all useless to him.

The man slowly pulled his body up from the chair.

Golden hair that shined brighter than the rising sun, clear orange eyes, a nose that seed to have been crafted by the century’s greatest sculptor, and a jawline that had both smoothness and manliness.

He was a man that made others say ‘God is unfair’.

The man ca down from his chair. I swallowed nervously subconsciously.

“Rosaline.”

He ca up to . I answered, avoiding his eyes as best as I could.

“Yes, your majesty.”

“What did you say you wanted?”

The holder of absolute power. Ruler of the continent and judge of the three oceans. The legend of victory and the owner of the sword Estina, which was brought down by God. He asked .

I raised my gaze slowly. I checked his expression. A straight forehead, slightly bent eyes, closed in a line but a loose mouth. He was in a very good mood.

‘Should I say it?’

I looked up at him with fascinating eyes.

“Go ahead, Rosaline. I’ll grant anything you wish for.”

“Really?”

I asked in a lark-like voice. I felt like puking at my own voice but it was a pure, soft voice that matched my appearance perfectly.

“Of course.”

I cald my breathing. I was wondering if I should say it but I felt like I would never get another chance if I didn’t say it now. I breathed in.

“Your majesty, I wish to quit being your secretary. I want to quit.”

His face cooled down imdiately. It was as if his face had beco a type of ice that never lts.

“No.”

“What? But you said you would grant anything I wished for?”

“Rosaline.”

His voice beca low. It was like the growling of a predator that had found its prey after days of starvation.

‘He’s angry!’

I could feel it. Although there wasn’t a single wrinkle on his forehead, I could tell right away.

“Do you want to die?”

“What?”

I only said I wanted to quit, so why does it feel like I’m confronting the grim reaper?

Not at all. I wanted to live a long, happy life, so I worked as a secretary for a tyrant instead of my brother. For 5 years at that!

“Rosaline, there’s only one way you can quit being my secretary.”

“W-what’s that?”

I sohow felt like I knew the answer. But I couldn’t let go of my one strand of hope.

His majesty, who was smiling, ca towards . He slowly lowered his gaze. His red lips moved next to my ear.

My hope was crushed.

“When you die, you can quit.”