The Prince Wants to Retire

“Life…is really miserable.”

A thin man lying on the bed spewed out a bitter curse.

Beside the bed, an elderly man with white hair was silently shedding tears, while a knight in elegant armor had a mournful expression on his face.

Despite their concerns, the man lying on the bed instinctively knew that his life was coming to an end.

“My life…is really miserable.”

As the man spoke, everyone in the old-fashioned room lowered their heads in silence.

No one dared to look at the man’s last moments, as his illness had left him with a sickly complexion.

This man, who had suffered his entire life, was none other than the emperor of the kingdom — Kariel Frederick von Blazer, 128th emperor of Astoria.
That was the name of this man, who would be recorded in the history of the empire as a tragic figure.

“When I die…I will be remembered as a tragic figure, won’t I?” 

The emperor spoke while looking at the court official next to him.

The official couldn’t bear to look at the emperor and replied with a stern expression, “That won’t happen.”

The knight, who had accomplished great feats in the history of the empire, including serving as the commander of the palace guards and being a grandmaster that appeared only once in several hundred years, also spoke in agreement.

However, the emperor only smiled bitterly.

“What nonsense.”

Even now, if he were to go outside, he would only be met with people who cursed and despised him.
Perhaps he never thought that if he died, his tombstone would be inscribed with such a sad epitaph: The Worst Emperor — Died at the young age of 31

“Unfair…”

With a bitter expression, the emperor gazed silently out the window.

He felt as though the gods beyond the blue sky were mocking him.

He had worked himself to the bone, so why did he end up with such a result?

If he died like this, his cause of death would surely read: Incurable Disease 20%, Poisoning 10%, Overwork 70%

He had worked so hard that overwork accounted for 70%.

He had grown up in an environment full of anxiety, constantly under the threat of assassination, and even had a congenital disease.

Despite such unfortunate circumstances, he had worked tirelessly.
However, despite all his efforts, this was the result.

“Gurgle…”

As the emperor began to cough up black blood, he recalled his past.

He had hastily taken over as emperor at the age of 21, after the previous emperor had died suddenly.
He had worked hard for ten years since then.

“Rebellions in various parts of the empire took two years to suppress,”

“War with neighboring countries that had been waiting for an opportuni