I, a history student, became the founding tyrant.
The original owner still lives in the body - the iron-blooded emperor who massacred the city without blinking an eye.
In the morning, he approved the relief food for me, and at night, he issued the order to punish the nine tribes.
The general said that I was soft-hearted, the imperial doctor said that I was possessed by an evil spirit, and the princess of the enemy country looked at me more and more deeply.
Until the rebels came to the city, he sneered in my mind:
"Either give your body to me and kill them all,"
"Either you die together with your ideals of benevolent government."
I gripped the sword tightly - this time, I want to teach this tyrant what the true way of an emperor is.
