I became a tyrant destined to fall due to my younger brother’s rebellion.
No matter how I thought about it, my younger brother seemed far more suited to be emperor than I was. So after carrying out a bloody purge, I planned to hand over the throne to him.
But then—
“Brother, I had misunderstood you. The weight you carry… I probably will never understand it for the rest of my life.”
What?
That’s not it.
“Just how many sins are you trying to bear alone…?”
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
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