Isekai Tyrant

Chapter XII - Concussion

Several other good-looking maids waited for me there. When I arrived, they skillfully took off my bathrobe and dressed me befitting for an emperor.

"Your Majesty, your requested mirror has arrived." The head maid came inside to tell me.

Well that was fast. How were they able to carve golden roses so easily?

This is a fantasy world. Perhaps they used magic?

"Send it in." I ordered while I diligently studied how one of the maids clasped my cuffs.

A few manservants entered the room while holding the requested mirror.
They carefully set it in front of me before leaving as soon as they were done. Since my changing has also finished, the rest followed shortly after.

I gazed at my mirror. The smiling reflection of Cadmael was finally pieced back together. He wore a white and golden suit with a long flowing red cape.

Tch.

He still looks annoying as ever.

I chewed my inner cheek hard in irritation until I begun to taste metal.

"Listen Cadmael." I pointed at him. "As long as I'm stuck here, I'm in charge while you're gone. You may not like it, but what are you gonna do about it? You're not here anyway."

I crossed my arms while glaring against him. As our eyes met, I could faintly see my own brown eyes reflected in the mirror.

"Frankly, I don't give two shits whether you're a 'villain' or not. I've always been the protagonist of my own life, so I'm not going to sit still and calmly accept your stupid fate as a 'side character'. If I have to wrestle with it, then so be it! Because no matter what," I struck my chest with the palm of my hand. "I will go home."

I took a chair and sat on it. I recalled a little detail of the novel I missed to read but Yumi told me anyway.

Cadmael reigned for about six years. Today is the second day of that sixth year. At the final month of this year, Alastair successfully takes back the throne and Cadmael is imprisoned in the dungeons until his execution next year. But I guess he escaped and killed himself instead.

Scenes of my repeated attempts of overdose and starvation flashed before my eyes.

No, I can't try to kill myself again.

I grasped my neck as my body trembled. Even if I won't slit my throat, I'll still lose my head from the guillotine. That damned wrathful male lead will make sure of it.

Should I just abdicate or run away before he finally comes for me?

No. I'm not stupid. Even if I do that, the sins amassed by Cadmael are just far too many. If not Alastair, I would still be killed by another of Cadmael's countless enemies. Moreover the court and temple would not let me abdicate as the only known living descendant of the imperial family.

I looked at the mirror again. The distressed eyes of Cadmael looked back at me but he's still smiling as annoyingly as ever. My gaze drifted towards the reflected chair.

'I must take hold of it.' My hands gripped the armrests tightly. 'The throne. I must never let go.'

My inner thoughts were interrupted with a knock from the door.

"Who is it?" I recomposed myself and stood up to face the door.

"This servant is the head butler of the Sol palace, Your Majesty."

I don't know him.

"Come in."

An old man with a uniform similar to the manservants but with the same resemblance of fancy as the head maid entered.