The Heroes Who Executed Me Are Obsessed With Me

“Your Majesty.”

The next day, in Tia’s office.

Letters and reports from all over the continent were stacked like a mountain on her desk. But Tia did nothing more than sit in her chair, stamping them absentmindedly, one after another.

“Your Majesty.”

She paused.

At the repeated call, Tia finally set her seal down and slowly lifted her gaze. Seeing her hollow, lifeless eyes, her work assistant involuntarily shuddered.

“The Tower Master of the Blue Tower has arrived.”

“…The Tower Master?”

Tia tilted her head.

“I never summoned her.”

“Your advisor did.”

“My advisor?”

Tia’s expression darkened.

“The Royal Knights haven’t returned, the captain of the Royal Guard hasn’t either… and now a mage I didn’t even request shows up?”

As the tension in her voice grew hysterical, the work assistant stood stiffly at attention.

Knock, knock.

A soft knock came at the office door.

Tia turned toward the sound.

Knock, knock.

It came again.

She remembered her own rule—no voices at her office door, only knocks. With a sigh, she said, “Let them in.”

The work assistant moved to open the door slightly and stepped outside.

Click.

The door, briefly closed, swung open again.

And there, flanked by palace maids, stood—

“Tia.”

Yuru, the Tower Master of the Blue Tower, and a prodigy in magic.

Her long-brimmed hat cast a shadow over her face, and blue hair spilled over her shoulders. In her hand, she held the ever-present grimoire she always carried.

That was all. And yet, from her, immense magical pressure radiated with quiet authority.

But her strength wasn’t just about presence.

As the youngest Archmage in history, she had wiped out entire units of the Demon King’s army and even defeated Greenif, another of the Four Heavenly Kings, rendering him magically crippled before bludgeoning him to death with her own reinforced staff.

To call her the Iron Sage was no exaggeration.

“Why’d you call me?”

Even so, most would show deference before an empress.

But not Yuru. Not even as Tower Master.

She ignored all protocol and addressed Tia casually.

“…Yuru.”

Tia’s gaze turned icy.

“My advisor summoned you without permission. I don’t need your help. Go back to your tower.”

“…”

“I said, leave.”

But Yuru didn’t budge.

Tia narrowed her eyes.

“Do you have something to say?”

“I do.”

“Then speak.”

Yuru stepped forward, right up to the desk.

Her sudden movement startled the work assistant, who moved to stop her, but Tia raised her hand, signaling to let her be.

“You shouldn’t have let my brother die.”

Everyone in the room froze—the work assistant, the maids—all stunned into silence.

You weren’t supposed to say such things in front of the Empress.

But Yuru continued.

“The Holy Nation Alliance used him as a pretext. If you didn’t comply, they would’ve branded us heretics and eventually declared war in the name of a holy crusade.”

“Yuru.”

“I know. I know they had evidence that he was in contact with the Demon King. That’s why we stayed silent—both of us.”

Grip…

Yuru’s fingers dug into the leather of her grimoire.

“But I think we made the wrong choice.”

As empress and Tower Master, they had been obligated to serve the greater good.

That was why they chose the outcome based on solid evidence, not emotion—calculating the consequences, not the truth.

And so, they had abandoned the Hero.

“We shouldn’t have let him die.”

At the time, they’d believed that bearing the burden of that choice was what true wisdom required.

That enduring even the heaviest consequences was the duty of those chosen to lead.

“I should’ve just let myself be branded a heretic.”

“Tower Master!”

The work assistant shouted in panic.

But Yuru didn’t care. She looked directly at Tia.

“We need to fix our mistake.”

She opened her grimoire.

“I’ve figured it out. A way to bring him back.”

Tia’s eyebrows twitched. But Yuru didn’t notice. She kept going.

“I’m going to retrieve his soul from the world of the dead and reincarnate him.”

That’s why she’d come to the palace—to ask for help.

“I need the royal family to gather the necessary tools. I’ve made a list. Just get what I ask for. And—no matter what—there’s one thing that’s absolutely essential.”

Then she dropped a bombshell.

“I need the crown prince of Holy Krata. He’ll serve as the vessel.”

Silence.

The maids and work assistant stared, mouths agape.

“I heard he’ll be attending a banquet soon. You bring him out. I could do it, but the ritual takes time. If I snatch him myself, it’ll attract too much attention. You kidnap him and stall.”

Then, she concluded:

“I’ll reincarnate Clay in his body.”

Not possession. Reincarnation.

Killing the prince’s soul and replacing it with Clay’s.

Insane.

But the fact that she had carefully chosen the prince—a child blessed with divine protection capable of withstanding magical backlash—meant she was deadly serious.

Everyone else was speechless. Only Tia spoke, after a long silence.

“If you want to do it, do it alone.”

She looked at Yuru, her eyes swollen with dark circles and faint tear streaks.

“I’m the Empress of Ezer.”

And as empress, she had already made her decision.

She had ordered Clay’s execution herself.

“I won’t involve myself in some deranged magical experiment.”

“…Really?”

Yuru’s voice softened.

Tia didn’t answer right away. Her hand trembled. She hid it beneath the desk and clenched her jaw.

“Don’t test me, Yuru.”

“No, you don’t test me.”

Yuru’s tone turned sharp.

“You bear the greatest responsibility.”

“Responsibility?”

“You could’ve saved Clay with a single order.”

“And if I had?”

Tia’s face crumpled like a paper in the wind.

“Ezer would’ve become an enemy of the Holy Nation. We’d be the country that protected a heretic.”

She turned it back on Yuru.

“If you really wanted to save him, you should’ve blasted everyone there. At least then we could’ve helped him escape.”

“If I had, the tower factions would’ve splintered.”

“See?”

Tia sneered.

“You’re just another coward chained by duty.”

“…What did you say?”

“You’re the one who killed him, not me.”

She slammed her trembling hands on the desk and stood.

“You could’ve saved him! Who cares about the tower?! I bore the bigger burden!”

“Hey.”

Yuru’s eyes burned with rage.

“You bitch.”

Respect for the crown shattered in that moment.

“You’re the reason I couldn’t do anything. You ordered his death! The Alliance sent inquisitors and Tower Masters from other factions to oversee it. If I’d fought, we’d all have died!”

A red magic circle formed beneath her feet.

The work assistant stumbled backward in terror, falling to the floor.

“From the moment he was captured until he reached the scaffold, he was guarded by Guardian Knights dispatched by the Alliance! I couldn’t even get near him!”

“I…”

“You allowed all of it! You did this, you useless bitch!”

RUMBLE…

Her spell finished casting.

“You should’ve been the one to die. If you had, Clay might’ve lived.”

“I…”

“SHUT UP!”

Yuru’s scream shook the room. Documents flew. Even her hat was blown off.

Shhff…

Her blue hair flared outward. Her face, finally exposed, looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Eyes bloodshot, lips cracked and dry.

“Help me.”

She pleaded one more time.

“That’s all I need from you. Nothing else.”

“….”

Tia stared at her, swallowing her emotions.

Then, she bit down, lowered her gaze, clenched her fists—her nails digging into her palms—and suddenly raised her head.

“Clay… did something wrong.”

Her blue eyes glinted.

“If he wasn’t the Demon King’s pawn, everything… would’ve been fine.”

“What…?”

“Do your disgusting plan alone, Yuru.”

She justified her actions.

Because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t survive.

“I don’t regret it.”

Tia de Mezelef—

All that remained in her now… was a lie.

(End of Chapter)