I’m the Only One Who Can Guide the Tyrant to Sleep - Chapter 1

As the late night approached dawn, I watched Caesar sleep through the crack in the door.

It was to investigate the absurd rumors that kept spreading throughout the palace.

The Caesar I knew was a poor child who, despite meeting all the conditions, couldn’t awaken and would occasionally collapse into inexplicable fits of rampage.

But the Caesar from the rumors was completely different from the one I knew.

The murmurs in the palace claimed that Caesar was a ruthless and tyrannical ruler.

A tyrant?

What do you mean tyrant. It doesn’t make sense.

“I need to find out who’s spreading such malicious rumors.”

That was why I sat here, crouched down and staring through the crack in the door.

I had planned to secretly observe Caesar all day today. I had to find out who was behind these wicked rumors.

I had to protect him, just as I always had.

I scrutinized the sleeping Caesar. In the few years that had passed, Caesar had grown rapidly, now sporting the face of a full-fledged adult man.

But when he slept with his eyes closed, he still seemed youthful, especially when he occasionally smacked his lips.

It was one of the endearing habits he hadn’t changed in years.

Every time he did that, memories of our childhood came flooding back. It was four years ago when we first met.

It was when I was smiling with a relaxed face. Suddenly Caesar opened his eyes.

“Oomph.”

His gaze seemed to be directed right at me, so I quickly covered my mouth with both hands and swiftly backed away from the door.

Caesar blinked a few times as if he had just woken up and then averted his gaze.

‘Fortunately, it seems he didn’t notice me.’

Even if Caesar were to notice me, he would probably greet me warmly instead of being suspicious. He might even worry if something had happened, and that’s why I came to see him.

After all, he had repeatedly suggested that they build my room right next to his own.

So, I had decided to continue hiding today, even if I were caught. This way, I could find out who was spreading those nasty rumors.

Caesar suddenly sat up in bed. It was too light a movement for someone who had just woken up, especially considering it was still a long time before morning.

He reached for the bell rope next to his bed.

‘Why would he be calling someone at this hour? Is he thirsty? Is he unwell?’

I pressed my eye back to the crack in the door, staring intently at him. Soon, I heard a knock and the door opened.

Entering his room was Alvin, the chief advisor, dressed in armor from head to toe, even carrying a sword.

“Did you call for me, Your Majesty?”

“Alvin, what do you think?”

“…Pardon? What are you referring to?”

At Caesar’s abrupt question, he looked bewildered.

“I’m talking about today’s rampage. Was it too strong?”

What’s he saying? I blinked in a daze.

‘Too strong… the rampage?’

Caesar often went on a rampage because he couldn’t control his abilities. It was the same today.

“Umm…”

The advisor made a dumbfounded sound. It seemed Caesar wasn’t expecting an answer anyway.

He continued, rubbing his chin.

“Yeah, it was too strong. Next time, I’ll need to control it more finely.”

“Yes… sir.”

Rampages couldn’t be controlled. Of course, they couldn’t be controlled—that’s why they were called rampages. But he spoke as if it were possible.

Caesar changed the subject.

“How did Evelyn look today?”

“She appeared similar to her usual self.”

‘Huh? Me?’

I involuntarily trembled at the sudden mention of my name.

His tone was incomprehensible, and his mannerisms were strangely different from usual.

‘It feels… more domineering than usual.’

He seemed agitated, nervously tapping his forehead. It was an expression I had never seen recently.

“Hey, Alvin.”

“Yes, Your Imperial Majesty.”

“We need to change the furniture.”

“…Yes?”

Alvin responded with a slightly puzzled expression.

“But just a few days ago, you had all the furniture shining in silver, saying it matched Lady Evelyn’s hair color. And a few days before that, you brought in black furniture to exude subtle maturity… Was it all for nothing?”

‘Huh? What’s he talking about?’