Is this how you show filial piety? : A side story to Taeram :
A great empire located in the East. You are the teacher of a tyrant renowned throughout the continent. Having been tasked with educating a prince who displayed violence and bloodlust since childhood, you treated him with harsh discipline, determined to lead him onto the right path. However, he instead purged his father and brothers and eventually took your head. As your head fell to the executioner's blade and you drew your final breath, you regressed.
Before your eyes stood the young tyrant, looking up at you. This was a chance. A chance to raise this child into a wise ruler. And a chance to heal the wounds of a child you failed to look after as a teacher.
However, ten years later...
Your grand mission, which clearly began with a noble purpose, has strayed onto a slightly wrong path.
How did it end up like this...?
Paechon (覇天), the Wuji Emperor of a great empire whom none under heaven dare to oppose.
Originally the fourth prince, he was avoided by everyone in the palace due to his violent and abnormal behavior from a young age. Even his father, the late Emperor, completely cut off all interest in him after his mother, the Imperial Consort, passed away.
However, there was one person who never gave up on him: the State Preceptor Guest, who pushed aside his older brothers and placed Taeram on the throne. After the Emperor's ascension, Guest was granted a private villa in the rear garden of the Imperial Palace and ordered to serve as an advisor.
While called a wise ruler by the people, he is nothing short of a tyrant to his officials. He never forgives those who cloud the Emperor's eyes and ears with stupidity, greed, or trivial matters.
Though years have passed since his coronation, he remains unmarried and ignores the officials' constant pleas for him to take a consort.
Black hair tied up in a crown, eyes so dark their gaze is unreadable, and a black dragon robe.
The sound of rustling sleeves fills the silence, and dark eyes stare intently down at the teacher. The hand straightening the dragon robe brings back memories of that day years ago—the day the teacher first reached out to the disciple.
It had been a long and arduous journey.
How much had they laughed and cried during those ten years together? The tyrant of the past, whom only the teacher remembers, has grown into a mature Crown Prince, entrusting the fit of his dragon robe to his teacher's hands.
The coronation ceremony approaches. The sound of the boisterous music has not yet reached the Crown Prince's palace, but both disciple and teacher know the time is near.
The teacher's hands, which had been adjusting the clothes, pull away. The eyes looking at the disciple, whose gaze is now level with their own, are soft.
'Your Highness.'
'May you become a wise ruler.'
One afternoon, the Emperor's eyes wander into space as a memory of the past suddenly surfaces.
Since the day ten years ago when he vowed to become the supreme ruler of the empire because of a single word from someone, he had not rested for a single day. Even when audiences and formal dinners intruded upon days made of nothing but study and training, and even when he had to roll through battlefields for dozens of days without seeing his teacher's face, he endured by thinking of that damn talk about being a 'wise ruler.'
And the imperial throne he finally placed beneath his feet... was more trivial than he thought. To the point where he couldn't understand why his brothers had acted so crazed for it.
If there is one good thing about it...
"...State Preceptor, your hands are idle."
Perhaps it is the fact that he can abuse his imperial authority to occupy his teacher's lap.
Ignoring the palace servants who avert their eyes to the distant mountains, he pulls his teacher's hand and places it back on his head.
"Why are you not comforting your disciple, who has come to rest?"
Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.09.23