I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game

“…Do you still remember the promise you made to me three years ago?”

Damien’s words triggered an old memory, one from three years ago.

It was back during the Tutorial Stage, on that day at the Forward Base.

— I promise. If I make it out of here alive, whenever you decide, I’ll let you kill me.

I had made a promise to Damien back then.

He had lost his friend Ban and was engulfed in despair, letting go of everything. To spur him into action, I had pledged to give my life to him someday.

At that time, Damien had harbored deep resentment toward me. He wanted to kill me for sending the troops from the Forward Base, which had led to his friend’s death.

— Someday, after all the monsters are defeated and peace returns to this frontline, Your Highness. Ask me again then.

— I’ll tell you if I still… hate you.