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

"BWAAAAH?? WH-WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!"

Isabelle screamed while staring wide eyed after the elf, who had disappeared like a gust of wind into the night with his unicorn.

She whipped around and looked to her husband, only to see his equally surprised and baffled face staring at the spot the elf and his unicorn had vanished.

"Uhh...umm..." He muttered unsurely, scratching his head as he did so. "Well. He certainly...beat a hasty retreat..."

"He still didn't give me any answers...!"

Lyov gently pat her head. "It's alright, love. At least we saw Tasslik."

The reassurance sounded weak in her ears.

"Mm." She murmured distractedly. "It...would have been better...to know...what he wants...his reason for coming..."

He kissed her temple, and wrapped an arm around her.

I'm not obsessing! I'm processing. Thoroughly.