Emperor! Can You See Stats!?

“Your Highness. ”

“Your Highness! ”

I woke up.

He was clearly decapitated from a guillotine.

It was only a moment ago that I felt a vivid feeling of the blade digging through my throat.

You came to a place called the afterlife? ’

“King Yurius! ”

Hmm?

It's been years since the Emperor called his name.

I don't think I've ever heard that squeaky voice before. ’

“You don't even treat this old man anymore! ”

“Lord Mareus! ”

The executed emperor. No, Yurius looks at the owner of his voice in surprise.

“Are you here because you're dead? But you're still old and grabby, so the afterlife doesn't matter! ”

Yurius is about to lose his mind.

Lord Mareus, an old man who looked tough enough to see this, was a teacher who had practically taught him since the time of the Crown Prince.

However, unlike Yurius' mind, the old man's face was deeply frowned.

“Are you mocking me this time? ”

“You're still a hothead, aren't you? I feel like I'm back to my childhood. ”

It's so nice to hear you say that with a mixture of jokes, but it's not very responsive.

Yurius was about to apologize, grumbling in his gut that he was a very strict old man.

“If you keep this up, I'll have no choice but to tell the Emperor! ”

“What is the Emperor? ”

Yurius has no choice but to stupidly rebel again.

Isn't the emperor himself?

He clearly called himself the Emperor, not the Emperor.

Lord Mareus' face turns red and blue like an active volcano erupting beyond anger.

“I've made myself clear! We're done for the day! ”

He steps forward and walks out of the door in an uncorrected footstep.

"Prince" class? "Sosin"?

Yurius looks around the room, confused.

‘Very familiar. ’

Yurius' gaze as he looked around the room touched the mirror.

‘This?’

The mirror reflected not himself before he was executed in his mid-30s, but a boy who looked about fifteen years old.

“Is there no one here? ”

Yurius urgently summons the acolyte.

What if you're right?

“You wanted to see me?”

One of the acolytes rushes in.

“What's the date now? ”

The servant was confused for a moment, but answered.

“No way.”

The answer is the same no matter how many times I ask it.

Yurius, who was bitten by his acolyte, sits facedown in a chair.

Today is approximately twenty years before the day he was executed.

He returned to the age of the 15-year-old prince.

‘How did this happen……. ’

Yurius grabs the head.

So everything he stood on was a dream?

No, it can't be!

There's no way you can dream that vivid.

This is definitely a reality.

"And?"

A little hope begins to rise in the face of Yurius, who has been hesitating for a while.

You can take back everything you regret in this life.

He is aware of most events that will take place in the next twenty years.

We know, of course, which followers are loyal, which ones stand out.

"Leonhard."

He utters the name of the half-brother who banished him.

‘It won't be easy this time. ’

No, you must survive.

‘You must first raise your rating. ’

The biggest mistake of his life is now.

‘I was too naive. ’

1The Crown Prince, under the blessed conditions of imperial tradition and the strong protection the Prelate built, was able to inherit this great empire without having to do anything.

No one could stop him from becoming emperor.

‘But it was a big mistake. ’

His blessed environment, which he believed in, was all an illusion.

No, I was injected to believe that.

Local forces turned their backs, and their trusted minions left.

He was immature, and there was no way to stop the leaving forces.

Late in coming to my senses, I tried to gather talents and strengthen the throne, but it was a blunder.

Within four years of his ascension, the empire was torn in half.

And a decade-long civil war began.

The land was devastated, and with a long war, the power of the nation fell to the ground.

The result is as he knows.

‘Eventually I failed, and was executed by my brother. ’

At first, I blamed my brother for his madness.

But if you think about it now, it's natural.

Even though all the clues were already given around him, he was drunk in a flashy future and did not see the truth.

But this time it will be different.

In Yurius' head, sitting on a chair, he was distracted by his plans ahead.

However, an unidentified voice echoes through his troubled head.

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“Stagers?”

Meanwhile.

“Your Majesty, Lord Mareus, minister of the administration is here! ”

Mareus' vigorous footsteps, unlike the old man, suddenly stopped in front of the war.

On the throne sits an emperor who flies the head of a half-white.

It looks a little old already, but the eyes are full of life.

The muscle-covered body was also overlooked for strength that was not age-appropriate.

[Darpole II.]

It was a great army that brought us the best years of the current empire.

He conquered the northern peoples, which were a scourge to the Empire for generations. Inside, he strengthened his empire and made efforts to secure security and stabilize civilization.

His strict rule was no exception to the scholars who helped make him emperor.

Anyone who commited a crime or misdemeanor, even on the side, was immediately disposed of, and the penalty standard is not only fair.

Hence the nickname Iron Blood Emperor!

The image of the emperor sitting on the throne as it is nicknamed flows with majesty.

Lord Mareus makes his way under the throne and falls facedown.

“I'm here to see the Emperor. ”

Then don't get up dead on your face.

In a minute.

“Wake up, Mareus. ”

“ ……. ”

However, Mareus does not rise on his knees, despite his hard work.

The emperor smiles solemnly and strokes his beard.

“Is that him again? ”

As soon as Mareus hears that, he falls facedown and starts trembling.

“I think the old man did his best to protect the first prince. ”

The emperor stopped patting his beard.

“Wake up, Mareus. This is a blasphemy.”

Mareus flinches as he emphasizes the word "emphasis" and quickly wakes up.

“I'll call in a special favor and reprimand you. Don't you think it's time we stopped that protest? ”

The emperor sighed deeply and looked at this old servant.

‘Yuri raised him too well as his first son. ’

Yurius was the only child of the first deceased Empress.

Then, no matter how much the emperor of Iron Blood did, I had to save him.

On top of that, the most powerful political position of the first prince was quickly deteriorating.

Yurius couldn't bear the thought of shaking even Mareus' head, the most prestigious of all empires.

“Yuri guesses just what you're here for, and what about Leon's education? ”

“The Second Prince is still excellent, even though I'm not in charge at the moment. ”

Mareus begins to report with a bitter look on his face.

“You've made remarkable progress in all of your classes, including genealogy and administration and law. Duke Wilhelm, who was their guardian, also praised him for his drowsiness, saying that swordsmanship was far more talented than the son of the fabulous, famous dancer. ”

What kind of parent doesn't like a child's praise?

Unlike the days of Yurius, the mouth of the emperor soon turned into a look of gratitude.

But even for a moment, the face of the emperor once again slightly worries.

“That's a shame. The second is better than the first, and there are so many supportive forces. ”

Leonhart, the second prince, was a descendant of the Empress after the death of the first Empress.

Of course, it was a political marriage, and Duke Wilhelm, the current empress's outsider, was an ambitious man.

He was also the leader of the Grand Duke, a gathering of nobles against the Emperor, a force of new nobles centered around the Emperor.

Of course, we can never ignore the rationale of tradition.

But at this rate, after his death, will Yurius be able to ascend to the top normally?

“What do you think? When the children become adults, one of them should be booked as the Crown Prince. But I don't know who to raise at this rate. ”

It might be wise to raise a talented second prince, even though the nobles' support is stronger than the noise caused by the problem of ranking.

But Mareus leaps forward when he hears it.

“You mean to deprive Yurius of his rightful place? ”

The answer is that there is a firstborn who has no family problems in the country, and the heir to the second.

Mareus straightens his crooked waist.

“Your Majesty, I beg you to take back what you are saying! ”

Mareus confidently stretches his waist in front of the Emperor, vomiting hot air.

“There is a deficit, and putting the second on the top has always been the seed of chaos throughout the gold. Moreover, if I raise Prince II while he is still alive, I can't avoid the interference of the nobles. ”

The current emperor has weakened the power of the Grand Duke, a force of existing interests, and replaced it with the young and capable nobles the emperor trusts.

The old man Mareus, who has been at the forefront of the emperor's reform, is currently vomiting hot water.

Mareus has served as the head of the Administrative Office, a force that confronts the nobles' interests for thirty years, and has served as the Hand of the Emperor.

If it is the same nature and wrong thing, it is also the emperor's most trusted side because he has the courage not to hesitate to speak a word to the emperor.

Mareus struggles with his political views as if his youthful vigor had returned, and finally begins the story of Yurius.

“The first one, of course, is now behind the second one. But!”

Since the birth of the emperors, he has been overseeing their every move as their teacher.

Perhaps he knows the Emperor better than the emperor, who hardly sees his children's faces when he is under heavy guard.

“What the Emperor needs is not just outstanding academia or power. ”

Mareus' expression suddenly returns boldly.

Yurius, whom he has watched since he was a baby, is somewhat lost because he is now a rebel, but is fundamentally gentle and inclusive in nature.

In fact, there was no news that the palace maids and servants were caught and harassed, even though they had missed their education as a prince or sneaked out.

The Empire's inner circle is now more stable than ever.

A slaver who has been in the empire with the Emperor for twenty years has decided that he is fit for the next emperor, now that Yurius is a stable period, not a difficult period.

The emperor gives a long nod and answers while Mareus speaks.

“I feel blinded by what you're saying. ”

“Your Highness.”

“But what can I do? First of all, I don't listen to him like that. ”

The emperor sighs deeply and speaks to him in a gentle tone.

“I guess you're the only one I can ask. This is not an emperor of silk, but a father's request. Help my son. ”

“Please? I'm begging you! Your Majesty."

Mareus dares not raise his head to ask a servant in the status of the Mankind Emperor.

After taking good care of Mareus and sending him back, the emperor smiled in contrition.

‘Yuri will be dead by now. ’

Mareus is a good god who can motivate more loyalty to the Emperor and the Empire than just giving orders and moving around.

‘The eagle said that when the cub becomes an adult, it drops it into a cliff. I've been too bitter. ’

The emperor mutters furiously, burying his waist on the throne.

“My firstborn son, please don't let me and my men down. ”

Since he's fixed it so far, the nobles can be controlled.

But as time went on, a difficult situation would unfold for Yurius.

‘In the worst case, there is a risk of being a puppet of the nobles. ’

The emperor continued to look at the ministry as he felt old.