The Tyrant Says He Doesn't Want a Bad Ending - A. Introduction
I was the tyrant’s number-one hater.
While we were touring an ancient tomb, my friend sighed. “The dynasty was already rotten before he took the throne. Poor man.”
I scoffed. “He worked his people to death and squandered the country’s wealth. I bet he was a nasty little brat from the start.”
Then my foot slipped, and I went tumbling down the stairs.
When I opened my eyes again, I was the brat’s big sister.
The eight-year-old future tyrant was tugging obediently at my sleeve, pointing tearfully at a kite stuck in a tree.
“Sister, my kite!”
I gave a hollow laugh, turned around, and jumped into the lake.
Forget your kite. Once you take the throne, I’ll be the first person you hang.
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