The Tyrant’s House Belongs to Me Now
폭군 가문은 이제 내 겁니다I successfully defeated the monsters.
The problem?
I got defeated along with them.
When I opened my eyes again, it was 700 years in the future. My traitorous comrades were long dead.
But wait—those backstabbing companions of mine lived long, prosperous lives?
Fine. Then everything they left behind belongs to me.
“Your Majesty the Second Empress is a descendant of the missing hero, Lady Yuritie.”
On top of that, a descendant I never even gave birth to is claiming to share my bloodline,
and the entire empire is fanatically devoted to this ridiculous fraud.
What in the world is going on in this corner of the empire?
Honestly… there are far too many scammers in this place.
It can’t be helped. It’s troublesome, but I’ll fix this mess just this once.
So, descendants of traitors—you’re going to help me, too.
I thought I helped them just enough.
Did I go overboard?
Now these so-called descendants refuse to let me go!
“Tie, what do you desire? Gold? A palace? I’ll hand you my throne!” The Emperor—who is technically my grandson—tries to name me his successor.
“Our Tie is staring at the warp gate again! Hide it—no, shut it down!” The Crown Prince’s mother panics at the thought of me running away.
“My future exists because of you.” And the ever-proper Crown Prince? Something about him isn’t normal anymore.
“You made me look forward to the future, and now you’re saying you’ll disappear into the past? Lead the way. I’m coming with you.”
I was only kind to him because of the prophecy that he would become a tyrant.
But is it just me, or has this all taken a very strange turn…?
Why is everyone trying to stop me from leaving?
Will I ever make it back to my original time safely?
