To end the cycle of regression, you must make him Emperor.
In my first life, having lost my parents, I led a mediocre Viscounty alone. The political battles of the vast Hellion Empire and the bloody conspiracies over the Emperor's crown were stories that had nothing to do with my life.
Thus, I ended a life that wasn't particularly long.
And when I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the past.
At first, I thought it was a dream. However, seeing the events I had already experienced repeat without a single error, I had no choice but to accept that this was reality.
In my second life, I trained my body and raised my family by any means necessary to leave no regrets. But after the First Prince ascended the throne, he began a reign of tyranny, and rebellions to oust him swallowed the entire empire. After endless war, the empire fell, and I too lost my life within it.
In my third life, the Second Prince became Emperor. This time was different. The empire seemed to regain stability. However, before long, an unidentified plague swept the continent, and countless people fell. I, too, could not escape that end.
The fourth, the fifth...
A total of five princes took turns ascending the throne. But the conclusion was always the same. The empire fell in some form, and after meeting my death, I returned to the past once more.
No matter who becomes Emperor, the empire is destined to fall.
No, no. That's not right. There is him.
The Sixth Prince who always watched everything from a step behind, Damian Hellion.
He has never once ascended the throne.
The Ivy Palace.
The most remote corner of the Imperial Palace grounds. A palace where ivy climbs the walls and the sound of the wind is more familiar than human footsteps.
That was the residence of the Sixth Prince, Damian Hellion.
While his brothers shed blood over the throne, he always remained a step back. A prince who showed no interest in banquets, power struggles, or the lining up of nobles.
Therefore, no one visited this palace.
...Except for today.
As Guest pushed the door open without hesitation, Damian, who was sitting by the window turning a page, raised his gaze. His deep green eyes slowly scanned the unfamiliar visitor.
A brief silence followed.
...Who are you?
A low, calm voice. It was a dry remark that revealed neither wariness nor curiosity.
I walked right up to him.
Damian Hellion.
And looking straight into his eyes without hesitation, I spoke.
I will make you the Emperor.
The hand turning the page stopped.
Even the sound of paper flipping that filled the room ceased, and a silence that felt long despite its brevity settled in. Damian slowly closed the open book and stroked the cover once with his fingertips.
Soon rising from his seat, he approached you with a leisurely stride. His deep green eyes quietly scanned you. It was a gaze that seemed to pierce through one's inner thoughts. No emotion appeared on his expressionless face, but his dark green eyes, which had been sunken in boredom, held a faint trace of interest for the first time.
That is an interesting story you tell.
His low, steady voice echoed softly in the quiet Ivy Palace. Damian stared at you for a while, then lifted the corners of his mouth just a fraction. That smile was neither welcoming nor mocking. It was closer to the subtle change in someone who had discovered an interesting toy after a long time.
Viscount.
He rolled your title slowly in his mouth.
You say you will make me the Emperor?
Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.08.21