I Became The Secretary Of A Tyrant

Chapter 5 Part 1

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“I’m going to say one more thing, after I say it, Your Majesty will not be upset if I behave so badly to you.”

Azela’s face turned pale. She hid her sword in her mouth (*she has a sharp tongue), contrary to her gentle appearance. Azela was helpless against Rosaline’s attack.

“How dare four years drive a wedge between our relationship?”

She couldn’t help but get angry. The white-tired Azela screamed. It was a loud scream that was sharp enough to tear off the ears. She then raised her shaky hand high. Rosaline regretted it.

“Oh… crazy! Crazy! You little snout!”

Her temper was the problem. But it couldn’t be helped. Rosaline didn’t know how she could stand to talk about the love between a mother and her child when she knew what Cahir had been through because of Azela! It’s a sin to know the original.

It was a good thing Azela didn’t punch her the moment Rosaline shamelessly said she loved Cahir. Why does justice pop out of uselessness? If you’re born again, you’ll have to think about it after you become a powerful person. She came here to live, but she was going to die in the wrong place. Rosaline closed her eyes tightly, imagining the taste of the hot slap on her cheek. Then, Azela’s hand crossed the air.

“Your Majesty!”

Hui’s cry cracked the eardrum instead of a stinging pain. ‘Your Majesty?’ Rosaline opened her eyes. In front of her, she could see the back of a robust man holding Azela’s wrist. Tall, stout shoulders, golden hair fluttering in the wind, and a slightly crooked crown. It was Cahir!

“Queen Mother, my secretary never said anything wrong.”

Azela’s face distorted.

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*Earlier*

Cahir took a short, sweet break. Thanks to his hard work in the morning, all the urgent paperwork was done. He had an early lunch and was about to enjoy a digestive nap when Derek suddenly opened the door and rushed in.

“Your Majesty! Oh my God!”

Cahir frowned and sat up, buried deep in his chair.

“If it’s not important, you’ll be on night duty for a week,” said Cahir, shaking his hand.

“Rosaline, ah, I mean the new secretary, whom you said was beautiful and unlikable.”

“Secretary?”

“Anyway, she is caught by the Queen .”

Cahir’s eyebrows shot up into the air. He sighed heavily and kicked his chair away. He wanted to ignore her and rest. But the look on Derick’s face made him feel that he must not. Derek, who was well aware of what had happened to Cahir’s people who got caught by Azela, was wondering if Rosaline would quit. No, in fact, the most hopeful outcome for her would be to get fired and resign with a little, very little heartbreak. And it would be the most horrible thing for Derek.

Suddenly, Rosaline came to Cahir’s mind. Azela waving her beautiful, rare, light purple hair in her hands? Would the yellow sky dress crinkle like a butterfly playing in a field of flowers? How does that face, which was so beautiful that it made him dizzy, change when she gets angry? Suddenly his curiosity soared. At the same time, he didn’t want to see Rosaline in a mess. He reminded himself that one day he would get even with Rosaline, Azela and Derek for disturbing his nap.

“Where is she?”

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At first he didn’t intend to embark on it directly like this. He was not accompanied by a convoy of attendants and guards who wanted to follow him to the trouble, but Derek was. When Derek announced Cahir’s arrival, he dreamed of a peaceful picture which Azela would withdraw quietly. He did not want to waste his anger on Azela either.

But then he heard it. Something about his mother and her loved one. His mouth dropped open in disgust. His feet were frozen, he couldn’t move. For the first time, Cahir realised that a person can lose his soul in disgust. He came to his senses when Azela’s sound ended and Rosaline fired a shot. He thought it’s a bit different. It was a strange feeling. And afterwards he genuinely felt better. What beautiful words. Rosaline’s quiet but determinedly beautiful voice hit Cahir over the head.

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“What, what? Your Majesty, please let go of my hand!”

Azela twisted to dislodge her wrist. However, instead of releasing her hand, Cahir put more pressure on it. Azela groaned in pain.

“Rosaline had never said anything wrong, Queen Mother.”

Azela glared at Cahir.

“Queen Mother!”

Azela’s guards and attendants came rushing in from the distance. They glanced around. The situation was easily understood, but it was difficult to decide what action to take. Cahir grabbed Azela’s wrist with great force. Azela blushed, and a beautiful woman, whom he had never seen in the Imperial Palace before, stood between them with an unconcerned expression on her face, her hands gently clasped.

“I’ve been out in the air for a while,” she said, “and in the meantime you’ve lured His Majesty’s people away. By the way, who is that woman?”

The tyrant and the devil met. On the day they met, thunder rumbled in the sky and the wind blew strong. That’s what the word spread. Rosaline bent down for now. Everyone lowered their heads and clasped their hands together. Who’s going to lose their head today?

“Do you take her side because you know what the wretched lady said?”

Cahir’s brows narrowed and scarlet eyes flared red. Angela was frightened. His angry face even made the formidable Azela flinched. Angela usually bothered him a lot. It was common to ignore Rosaline today and tried to slap her on the cheek.

“Rosaline.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Rosaline replied sharply to Cahir’s call. When he appeared like a comet and held Azela’s hand, Rosaline was honestly touched. He was like an apostle of justice who showed up with the wind. Of course, she couldn’t say that because she felt sorry for the immeasurable lives that died at his hands.

“Rosaline, explain again to the Queen. What’s wrong with her?”

As soon as she heard Cahir’s order, she was grateful. Her feelings were messed up and broken. She had been hated by Azela, but now she’s in the situation where she had to talk to her again and probably would get bullied for the rest of her life in the palace. Now, she got one more scenario where she came here to not die and ended up dead. Rosaline hesitated.

“Rosaline, what are you doing? I told you to explain it to the Queen.”

‘Forget the nice things I said about him earlier.’ Rosaline thought to herself.

Cahir turned his head and looked at Rosaline, lifting Azela’s wrist up. Her arm must’ve hurt. Rosaline came to her senses after thinking about something else. She alternately looked at Cahir’s scarlet eyes and Azela’s brown eyes. It was time to choose. Cahir, the bloodthirsty lunatic, the butcher of the continent. Azela, the notorious witch, the mean devil. She wouldn’t die within five years of choosing one of them. She had already found out many times through the holy man.

‘Which side should I take?’

She came into the palace to take Cahir’s side, but she was confused when she saw Azela’s fierce hands. She wanted to live happily for a long time. Rosaline’s eyes shook. She looked alternately at Cahir and Azela. If she does something wrong, she will be hated by the both of them at the same time. But Rosaline’s troubles did not last long. In times like this, it is best to stick to the person whose power will last a long time. In the novel, Cahir sat on the throne until the moment he married the heroine. Calculated, it was about five or six years later. In addition, there was no chance of his sudden death, so her choice was Cahir.

“Your Majesty, I’m afraid that if I say the right thing, I may offend the Queen. A loyal servant must say the right thing, but she must also be sensitive to the feelings of her master.”

“Rosaline, It’s me you’re serving. Not Queen Mother.”

Cahir stared at her. Rosaline shouted inwardly with pleasure. This was the answer she wanted.

Her master was Cahir. As soon as he professed this, no matter what she said, he would take charge of her disposition. Of course, there were exceptions. When the other party was a much higher power. But now Cahir was stronger! Rosaline’s shoulders spread naturally. Azela made an impression on Rosaline’s straight posture as if she had a wooden board on her spine.

“The Queen,” Rosaline opened her rosy lips. All eyes were on her. Derek crumpled his brows, and the Queen shook her head and looked at Rosaline. She had a wishful look on her face, as if asking her not to speak, not to go against her nerves any more. Rosaline understood. If Rosaline agreed with the Queen’s subtle intention, where would all the stress go?

‘I’m sorry, but. I have to live, too.’

“One, I don’t think the words that the Queen said about you as ‘my beloved baby’ are good to refer to the relationship between her and Your Majesty. It’s bad between you two, no, you two are a little more concise and carefree, right?” (*T/L: I’m not sure what she meant here*)

At that time, she heard the sound of smirking.

“Ah, Rosaline. I wonder what kind of relationship you have with a man who is concise and simple?”

Cahir said, turning around and looking at Rosaline, as if he was looking at the heroine of a well-organized play. Rosaline’s eyes widened. ‘Tell me? Tell me what you’re up to, now? Your Majesty, you don’t like me very much, do you?’ Watching Rosaline’s face like she was about to cry, Cahir shrugged and said, “Next, please.”

Rosaline swallowed a sigh of relief.

“Two, I’m sorry if you’ve been neglected by the Queen…”

Rosaline looked at Cahir as if asking for help. Cahir’s mouth was faintly twitching. He barely managed to hold back his laughter. Rosaline moved her eyebrows up and down hard, as if she was saying, ‘You have to help me. I’m afraid my unfiltered speech might make things worse. Please, please, please.’

‘Haha,’ Cahir, belatedly, letting out a laugh he had been holding back. ‘Oh, yes, the Queen Mother.’

Cahir finally let go of Azela’s wrist, which was turning white and blue. It was an added bonus that he put it down and pushed gently. Azela reeled.

“The Queen Mother!”

Her attendants rushed to lift her up. Angela bit hard on the back of her mouth. She wanted to punish Rosaline now for her arrogance and selfishness.

‘Rosaline, there is not a single lie in what you say. You deserve severe punishment for making my mother feel uncomfortable.’

Cahir was forced to completely change his cold temperament. His voice was soft and gentle as he spoke to Azela. Like a gentleman of good manners, he placed his hand on his chest and bowed gently. One of his hands was supporting the crown, which was about to fall off his head.

“I will punish that arrogant secretary, but I’m sure Queen Mother, whose heart is as wide as the sea, will be lenient on her.”

Cahir turned his head and looked at Azela.