Amesaya

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

"...I have to choose a King Consort right now?!"

No sooner did the young woman from Earth awake in the body of Empress Isabelle of Nevremia than she was informed she'd have to choose a King Consort to keep her throne. While she was still trying to get used to her new body, new world, and new position, her advisors insisted she marry some stranger to retain her power.

"But don't Empresses get to make the rules?"

As Isabelle Von Nevremia. not only is she the revered empress of a powerful country, but she has access to a special status system, which allows her to read people's names, skills, moods, and even their kinks. As well as that, there's some kind of mysterious 'challenge' system that awards her 'skill points' for successfully completing challenges.

...But all the challenges are just seducing people. How tacky...

"...If I'm going to be Empress, then I won't have a king! I'm going to have a harem!"

I'm the Empress! So I'm Going to Make Myself a Harem

Isabelle leaned forward on the throne, elbow propped on the armrest and chin resting in her hand. Her eyes glazed over, unable to focus properly while her mind wandered.

She never tried it in her past life, but she'd always wanted to. Did they have hot air balloons in this world? Or perhaps she'd missed out on that opportunity now...?

She hummed to herself. It was worth investigating to see if anyone had that kind of technology. It wasn't that advanced, after all, right?

She made a mental note to ask later if she remembered.

The council members shuffled through papers, passing documents to each other.

Occasionally, a council member would interrupt the monotony of the discussion to express an opinion on a certain point, and the rest of them would begin debating whether or not that opinion held merit.

I'm not day napping, I'm day dreaming