A Tyrant Needs a Master

I ended up possessing the daughter of a man richer than money itself and second only to the emperor in power.

No, calling it possession isn’t quite right.

I was...

trapped in my previous life.

A doting father, an older brother with two faces, and above all, the dream life of a wealthy idler!

Everything is great. Everything is great, but...

“I have to go back!”

I really do have to go back, but...

I think I seduced the emperor.

* * *

“Just so you know, I wasn’t the one who took my clothes off; you’re the one who stripped me.”

Huh? Why are you saying I stained your clothes like that?

“So, as promised, you must take responsibility for me.”

“Responsibility...?”

“Hm?”

“Would kneeling and begging be... enough?”

And then the responsibility I thought could be settled by kneeling...

“Marriage would do.”

It turned into marriage.

“Take responsibility for me through marriage.”

No, I need to go back. Marriage is not happening!

I oppose this marriage!