I Became the Tyrant’s Assistant.

You know how tyrants in romance fantasy stories usually get their hands bloody, have scary nicknames, and threaten nobles with charisma?

Well, our emperor is… a bit different.

“Do you even know what His Majesty looks like? I don’t. Actually, I’ve never even seen him!”

Have you ever seen a tyrant who shuts down the country by not doing any work?

Here he is. Ta-da.

Because the emperor’s basically on strike, us poor assistants are drowning in work 24/7, 365 days a year.

The only person I can trust here is my boss, Mr. John Smith, who’s like a unicorn.

But one day, Mr. Smith starts asking me weird questions.

“Miss Foy, what do you think it would be like if you became the empress?”

“Let’s just put curtains around the throne.”

“And what good would that do?”

“Until the curtains are opened, no one can say the emperor isn’t there. No one will know if he’s really inside or not.”

This is… an actual meeting topic? And everyone’s serious?

“…Hey. That sounds crazy but also kind of smart, right?”

“I agree. Let’s do it right away.”

Uh, hello? Is there still a spot open to quit this job?

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