With beauty, noble blood, and extraordinary talent, my older sister seemed to have it all.

Born as her rival, it was inevitable that I would die at her hands.

After escaping once, when half of the empire turned to ashes, I gave up and accepted death.

Shh-

The moment her cold sword touched my neck, I was reborn at the age of 8.

“What’s going on?! Do I have to die again?”

This time, I swore I wouldn’t just accept it, clenching my small fists tightly.

“Harper, my sister, even if my dreams shatter, I want to protect you.”

…Huh?

“How dare anyone try to harm you in the Luperne mansion, Harper?”

There are so many crazy people in this world.

My sister had changed.

A lot.

“Killian, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“What kind of person do you like? A rich merchant?”

“No.”

“A Duke?”

I shook my head again.

“Then the Emperor?”

“…What?”

“That’s right.”

“…”

“You want me to become the Emperor.”

For a split second, did my inner thoughts show on my face, or was this child more sensitive than I thought?

“Then I’ll become the Emperor, Harper. I don’t want anything else.”

He grabbed my hand tightly as if there was no more doubt in his mind.