Reincarnated as Nikolai II

But Mikhail, this vermin, is just less than human.

Then I'll have to treat him accordingly.

"Oh brother! It's me, Mikhail! The Tsesarevich! Brother, your brother! It's me!"

"Just... die! Die already!"

If even the army can't make him human, then he's just rotten to the core.

Right, the army isn't some cure-all for personality, how could it fix this bastard's twisted sexual preferences.

But as our Director Sekerenskiy always says.

Violence has the answers.

"Right, becoming impotent might make it harder to drop your pants so easily. Yes, that's it!"

He tries to protect his vitals while squirming like a worm, but it's no use.

As I beat Mikhail like a mad dog, at some point he just curled up on the ground like a pill bug.

Brushing back my hair that had fallen with sweat, I asked, held back by a last thread of brotherly affection.

"Tsk. Are you alive?"

"...Yes."

"Good, that's good. Let's start again."

I never said I was done beating him.

==

Whether it's inherited from father's tendencies or remnants of modern sensibilities, I think I'm quite a family-oriented man by this era's standards.

I attend family events like mother's birthday well, invest time in bonding with my children despite being busy with work, and occasionally meet with relatives from both sides of the family.

'By this standard alone, grandfather who remarried a commoner right after grandmother died would be considered family-oriented too.'

Anyway, especially since my children were born, I've been constantly striving to be an exemplary father.

"The child was crawling away. He won't be able to properly return to his unit."

"Oh my, I heard he fell down the stairs. He must be badly hurt."

"Not stairs, ha... never mind."

Mikhail, of all places to fall, the Winter Palace's central staircase with 37 steps.

I heard he won't be able to walk properly for two months. I pray for my injured brother's swift recovery.

"With recent unfavorable rumors... if true, he might not be able to maintain his position as Tsesarevich."

If he continues like this without getting his act together, it wouldn't be strange if he even lost his position as Sovereign Grand Duke of the direct male line.

'Tsk, how long has it been since the previous Tsesarevich, brother Georgy, died.'

The smart and capable one had poor health, and the healthy one's mind has run away.

I'd like to banish Mikhail to a remote island without women, but now there's really no one else in the imperial family to be Tsesarevich.

Nikita is just now running into my arms with his soft feet - who would fill the gap until he comes of age?

Though I hate to admit it, Mikhail causing trouble is better than the risk of having no heir.

A luxurious dinner table that would never have happened in father's time.

Mother, satisfied with the celebration banquet already held, wished to spend just her birthday quietly having dinner with family.

She seems quite content now watching her grandchildren grow in number.

As the head of the family, I raised my glass and stood up to speak.

"Although Mikhail isn't here, he's surely with us in spirit from his bedroom. Let's toast to celebrate mother's birthday-"

"Brother! I want to divorce too!"

Ah, really.

Why is everyone doing this to me?

"...Xenia, do you really have to bring this up now?"

While Olga is still mother's beloved youngest despite being an adult, Xenia is now a grown woman of thirty.

Enjoy more content from empire

"Sister, today let's just celebrate mother's birth... haa, damn it. Fine, what is it now? Tell me."

Mother is already too shocked to say anything, and everyone can't even hold their glasses because of the bomb Xenia dropped.

Since the mood is already ruined, let's at least hear the reason.

"Are things not good with your uncle, ahem, Grand Duke Alexander Mikhailovich? You liked him so much since childhood."

"I tried to endure for the children's sake, but I can't anymore. He already has five mistresses. How long do I have to put up with this? If it weren't for the children, I really..."

Don't cry, don't cry. I'm the one who wants to cry right now, why are you crying?

"If things continue like this, I'll take two, no, three times as many lovers and just play around in every room of the mansion day and night-"

"Stop! Stop!"

How can you say such things with Nikita here? This much is enough to understand the situation.

Like my family-oriented tendencies, blood doesn't lie - the Grand Duke has gone crazy for women and taken mistresses.

Of course how could Xenia, not just any Grand Duchess but an Imperial Princess, endure living with that? It's understandable she'd act out like this but...

But threatening me with taking lovers herself if I don't allow the divorce is really not okay.

'Why... Why is there no one having a normal married life?'

I can't exactly summon the Grand Duke now and say 'Uncle, if you don't want to die, live without women problems,' because in this country, a man's promiscuity is considered somewhat virtuous and just a minor flaw, making it awkward for me to say anything.

The social circles of this era are quite dirty to begin with.

'Really, why do they all live like this.'

Ah, father. You had six children, but two went to the same place as you, one is obsessed with NTR, and two are getting divorced.

Only I'm normal. Really, in this cursed family full of chaos, I'm the only sane one.

"Brother! Do I really have to go around sleeping with every man in society before you'll allow it? My children at least shouldn't have to see that! Please, I beg you!"

Really, I think I understand why father passed away so early.

"Absolutely no divorce! Never divorce!"

"Dear, Nikita seems tired. Go put him to bed."

"Yes, mother. Oh my, young master, you're here? I heard you fell down the stairs."

"Ugh, mother, actually it wasn't the stairs but brother..."

This is not an easy family to be the head of.

Today especially, I think I understand why the Russian Revolution happened.