I have a younger brother. A good little 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 the crown that was on the tyrant’s head just 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 little brother.
I’m doing well because it seems to suit my aptitude.