Isekai Tyrant

Chapter X - Broken Reflection

"Here, that's yours. We'll have half-half instead. This way, we can both be princes!" The melodic laughter of a child rang out.

As I looked ahead, a familiar shade of red eyes lit up in happiness at the gesture. "Thank you, brother."

By the bed was a long golden cord made of silk. I pulled it and waited for the servants to arrive while in bed.

From the great wooden doors, I could hear with the body's acute hearing a few loud thuds as they scrambled from the other side to serve me.

"It's over! The emperor's episode is finally over!" A guard cried out in relief.

"So this guy's an emperor, huh. I was wondering what he was." I looked around myself to inspect whether I'm presentable.

I rewore the white robes I've had since I came to this world. It wasn't only overtly comfortable, for some odd reason, it remained clean no matter how much I trashed it afterwards. I couldn't even tear it to shreds.

The same could be said about the shawl. It became clean a few minutes after crying into it. Even so, I couldn't bear myself to give that priestess a token that I have blatantly sobbed into.

I fondled His Majesty's manboobs. Envy sprung up inside me. 'Why is life so unfair?'

Good news though. It seems I look fine. The body's muscular chest could still be quite seen, but it should be fine because that is just how this robe was made.

I looked around the room. The same can't be said for that though...

The once expensive furniture was no longer recognizable. Glass shards and spilled drugs and wine scattered around. There's even puddles of the body's blood as I wrecked everything.

I awkwardly scratched my head. I wonder what the bill is for everything. It seems that even if I spent the rest of my life working with my job, I won't be able to pay even that smashed vase over there.

I leaned against the wall and sighed.

Dang it. I still haven't gotten my Christmas bonus before I came here. Ack. My promotion too! Fuck my life.

Thankfully, my moping didn't last when an entourage of five women entered the room. All wore fancy maid uniforms of mostly white but the older lady upfront had a fancier one. She must be the head maid.

I tilted my head to take a better look of the younger maids.

Pretty.

They bowed before me. "These servants greet Your Majesty a good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning." I greeted back. "I have slept well."

I leaned against the bed's headrest. Gesturing to the messed up room, I ordered. "Clean this up."

"Certainly, Your Majesty. Then if you would please move to another room we have prepared to attend to you as we tidy up your room..."

"No need." I stopped her.

"Pardon?" The head maid asked confused. The other maids flinched, but quickly hid their surprise.

"Clean this up as I am here," clarified myself. I barely got to take a good look at the room before I started wrecking everything. I knew that it was tastefully decorated, but if I was going to be this guy for a while, I'd love to add my own flair to it. Besides as a history lover, I'm also quite curious how real palace maids of a monarchical country do their work. My eyes shone in excitement.