The Tyrant Empress is Obsessed with Me Chapter 14:

Chapter 14: First Day of Vacation

On the outskirts of the empire lies the Haven Orphanage.

It might sound surprising, but even orphanages have ranks. The closer they were to the capital of the empire, the higher the likelihood of receiving funds, and the chances of the children being adopted were greater.

In that respect, the situation for Haven Orphanage, situated in an unfavorable location, wasnt good.

The children lacked proper clothes, always having to wear hand--downs from their older siblings, and the only book they had to study from was an empire language book, tattered and smudged with dirt.

Eileen had requested aid from the empire several tis, but her pleas were always ignored. Inside her, resentnt toward the empire was slowly growing... At least, that was what Ascal knew from the story.

***

Are you the volunteer ca as a one-day teacher?

Yes. Im Ray, the one who contacted you.

Ascal had applied to the Haven Orphanage as a one-day teacher, keeping his true identity a secret.

In truth, being a one-day teacher wasnt a significant role.

All he had to do was play with the kids, perhaps read a book to them. If unlucky, maybe even change a diaper or two.

Your face... Ive seen it sowhere...

Upon recognizing Ascal, or rather Rays face, Eileen remarked with what seed like familiarity.

You used to be a regular at our sandwich shop! Such a coincidence... The shop had to close because I got too busy with the orphanage.

I understand. Your main job obviously cos first.

Following Eileens lead into the orphanage, Ascal felt that sothing was off.

The Haven Orphanage he knew from the novel was in terrible shape.

The children were thin due to malnutrition, and their blankets were infested with fleas, causing them restless nights from the itch.

Having grown up under such conditions, the children harbored resentnt towards the empire, eventually becoming excellent anti-imperialists. It was the expected narrative.

But the orphanage Eileen introduced was different from what Ascal knew.

Contrary to the novels depiction, the orphanage building looked clean and quite reputable. It even resembled a prestigious school.

The building looks clean.

We had an extension built recently.

An extension?

Where did the money co from?

Ah, right. I provided it.

Until now, Ascal had anonymously donated most of the bribes he received to the Haven Orphanage.

He had a sinister intention behind this. The idea was to sponsor children who would grow up to be anti-imperialists, securing for himself a form of absolution if the empire ever fell.

Moreover, since these kids were budding rebels against the empire, he hoped that they would thrive even better if raised in a pleasant environnt.

Perhaps a 1-star rebel could evolve into a 3-star one?

But this...

Swish-

A ball flew by.

My ball! My ball!

Nope. Offside. Not your ball.

Hey! We have a guest. Be careful! If you keep doing that, and Ill confiscate the ball!

Were sorry, Miss Eileen.

Ascal picked up the ball. It wasnt the type of ball that appeared worn out, instead, it was shiny and seed brand new.

Mister?

Lost in thought while holding the ball, Ascal was t with curious eyes from the children playing with it.

Ascal looked at the children.

Their bodies were plump, as though they had regularly eaten als filled with proteins, carbohydrates, and fats. Their clothes were clean, and their faces glead.

They seem to be living better than most noble kids?

Sothing felt amiss.

****

Everyone, this is Mr. Ray, here as a one-day teacher. Hes a notable official from the empire.

Eileen gathered the children to introduce Ascal.

Should have lied about my profession.

Recently in the empire, a distressing trend had erged where unemployed n past their pri were looked down upon, and treated less than human. Thus, admitting to being unemployed wasnt an option.

In fact, those without jobs couldnt even volunteer at orphanages. Unable to think of a suitable occupation on the spot, he had said he was an official from the empire, but now he felt he might have made an error.

These children were the marginalized ones from the empire.

Being introduced as an empire official, he expected the reaction wouldnt be favorable...

Wow, thats cool!

I want to work for the empire too!

What should we learn to beco an official?

A barrage of questions poured in.

How did this happen?

The children harbored no resentnt towards the empire.

Taken aback, Ascal responded to their inquiries.

To beco an official, you must diligently study and review the basic subjects.

Our private tutor told us sothing different.

Huh, a private tutor?

You kids have private lessons?

Once a week, we invite a private tutor from outside to teach subjects the children are interested in.

Ascal was at a loss for words.

I want to beco a musician when I grow up!

The children at the orphanage had na tags on their clothes. Krina. She would later beco a guerilla leader against the empire.

I want to be a chef!

The child who just spoke was Stefan. He would eventually carry out a s*icide bombing at an empire office.

Hehe, all so trivial. Ill beco a minister.

The last kid, Sirius, was depicted as the leader of the anti-empire forces in the novel.

Sir, what rank of official are you?

Im at the 6th rank.

Hmm, not too bad.

Sirius nodded with his arms folded, his face reading, Youre worthy of conversing with .

At this rate, it seed improbable that these children would grow up to be rebels against the empire.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Ascal asked,

Have you ever thought of revenge against the empire that neglected you? Ever wanted to blow up buildings erected from the sweat and blood of the commoners with explosives...?

Teacher, are you a communist?

Guys, lets report him to the empire quickly!

One child darted away. Ascal hurriedly grabbed the childs leg. It took him quite a while to explain that he was just joking.

****

In the end, Ascal realized.

He had donated far too much money to the orphanage.

Taking bribes without thinking and impulsively donating them all had backfired terribly.

Children who might have grown into anti-empire rebels instead beca its puppets...

Teacher, look at this. I drew this picture.

A child, who looked about six years old, eagerly presented a drawing to Ascal.

Ascal examined the picture.

It was crude, but it depicted a man with black hair, wearing a cape. The man smiled, brandishing a sword. Despite its simplicity, the drawing was filled with heartfelt effort.

Who is this?

Its Uncle Carl.

Uncle Carl?

Hes a wonderful person who sponsors our orphanage!

Uncle Carl.

Then, a thought occurred to Ascal.

When he made the donation to the Haven Orphanage, he had used the pseudonym Carl. So, this drawing portrayed an imagined version of Ascal.

Oh. This is Uncle Carl?

Then Stefan approached.

Its well-drawn, but my Mr. Carl is cooler.

Stefan then showed a handmade doll from his pocket. Dressed in formal attire and holding a conductors baton, the figure resembled a resilient scholar.

Is this the only representation of Uncle Carl?

No, look at that fra on the wall.

Stefan pointed to the wall. There was a large frad picture. It depicted a handso man with black hair, a face Ascal had never seen in his life, standing gracefully.

This is insane, Ascal thought.

****

Leaving already?

Yes. The children seem so bright that it looks like there isnt much I need to teach.

Hehe, is that how it appeared? But theyre all quite mischievous, just putting on brave faces.

Before leaving, Ascal had a private conversation with Eileen.

Undoubtedly, Eileen awakened as a saint in the future due to her deep resentnt and despair towards the empire.

But was she still the sa now? Perhaps Eileen might have lived a normal life, simply teaching the children.

If the Uncle Carl who sponsored the orphanage had other ill intentions, what do you think would have happened?

Hmm... Even if it started with ill intentions, if the outco is good, wouldnt that still be a good deed? Thats how I see it.

I see.

Above all, we are happy now because of him.

It seed there was nothing more to be said.

Ascal left the orphanage, waved off by the children.

Goodbye, teacher!

Co again!

Bye-bye!

But as Ascal turned away, he couldnt see Eileen, who kept watching his retreating figure for a long ti.

Whispering softly, Eileen voiced her gratitude. It was a thank you that no one heard, fading away with the gentle breeze.

****

The first day of Ascals vacation had co to an end.

Upon returning ho, he found an appointnt letter on his desk along with a letter sealed with the crown princes emblem.

When was this delivered... No, how did they even open the door?

It felt like he was facing a chilling truth.

The rushed handwriting seed as if he could hear the crown princes voice directly.

Ascal handed the letter to Pegasus, recently nad Fer.

Neigh!

Fer happily ate the letter. Maybe the paper quality was exquisite because he seed quite satisfied.

[TN: If you like this novel, please rate it on NU. It really motivates to work harder. : /series/the-tyrant-empress-is-obsessed-with-/ ]