I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game

The Lord’s Manor. My Room.

Around Noon.

“Is that everything?”

I packed the last set of clothes from the closet into my bag and stood in front of the mirror. I tidied my hair and adjusted the collar of my coat, then glanced around.

The room was empty, stripped of everything.

I slowly looked around the place I had called home for the past three years and smiled warmly.

“I hope you get along well with the new lord too. My sweet home.”

Of course, there’s a high possibility that the new lord will decorate the walls and floors with pink and glitter, but… well, what can you do? You’ll just have to endure.

Taking one last deep breath in the room that had become so familiar, I opened the door and stepped outside.