Your Majesty, Please Spare Me This Time

At eighteen, because of my father’s remonstrance against the tyrant, my head was cut off along with my family’s on the execution platform.

Then I opened my eyes again on my twelfth birthday. In order to save the family, I decided to become the tyrant’s petty lackey.

So, Your Majesty, let’s try to get along. I’ll do my best for you, so please don’t kill me again!

"I’m really on Your Majesty’s side, I swear! I swear on everything!"

"Shut up."

But this future tyrant, who has fallen into distrust of people, is becoming more and more difficult.

"Your Highness, don’t let me deceive you."

"If the only way for you to stay by my side is through deceit, then do it."

"Huh?"

"I’m saying it again: I treasure what is mine. Don’t leave scars on your body without my permission."

#Cover illustration: Noksi