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

She didn't fancy getting stabbed, and she didn't fancy getting dragged into actual maid-work if it wouldn't lead to any answers.

Everyone in that room was leaving, and if she lingered, someone like Harriet would no doubt pounce her and put her to work, with only the slimmest of chances of that work being helpful to the investigation.

So, she moved swiftly through the halls and headed back toward the secret entrance to Caleb's room, as Caleb directed her to.

Generally, she tried not to make eye contact or look at anyone, so that she'd appear the picture of a busy maid and not risk anyone flagging her down and asking her for something.

Despite that, on the way, she noticed a certain individual slipping into a room off the hallway. He immediately stood out as someone important. Or...rich, anyway.

I'm not nosy, I'm investigating