A few years ago, I thought I had reached the pinnacle of my ideal life.
I might not be the King of the Sumatran Kingdom, who reigned over all Tigerkins, but I still held power that only fell behind him.
I prided myself as the smartest and most cunning among the Nobles of our race.
When the King was still a Prince, I was among the Nobles who supported him. With that, I even managed to push my daughter onto him, allowing her to become our kingdom's Queen.
With her influence, I managed to form a lot of connections.
Everyone wanted to become my friend.
Everyone wanted to become my ally.
Everyone wanted to become my tool, hoping that in the future, I would return the favor and help them in their time of need.
There was no doubt in my mind that I was the King of the Underworld.
With a single word from me, the mercenaries and the assassin guilds would move.
With a wave of my hand, the other nobles would stand behind me.
