I have a younger brother. A good brother who does anything for his sister.
The problem is, he doesn’t know the right way.
“Sister, now this is yours.”
What my brother gave me was a crown on the tyrant’s head until yesterday.
“Sister, you said you wanted to be an emperor. I’ll be your knight.”
When did I say that, crazy brother. So I became the emperor thanks to my crazy brother. I’m doing well, because it seems to suit my aptitude.
“Sister! I will boil the continent under your feet!”
My brother keeps raising the scale.
Hey, you crazy bastard, that’s not it…
At this rate, I will likely die of overwork before I become the first emperor to unify the continent.
This can’t be done. I need to do a good job, no, I need to find a husband.
“Eddy, I’m thinking of getting married now.”
“I’ll find the best brother-in-law in the world.”
“No need to be the best in the world, just work well and listen well…”
“I can’t accept a man who’s weaker than me to be sister’s partner. I’ll prepare for a National Tournament!”
You shank. Listen to me.
The husband who survived the final battle is the Duke of Dehart, the monster of the North. He was the second crazy man who dreamed of reunifying the continent with his brother-in-law.
Ha, these bastards really…