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

"I just think that he has a really good chance of passing all the rounds!" She huffed and waved her hand. "Axe throwing is. Physical. And. He's clearly trained a lot!"

"Mhm." Phoenix nodded. "What color were his eyes?"

They were setting up the next round. It was technically still the first round, but for. some reason. The axes were only allowing three or four contestants at a time, and they set up the string each time between the rounds.

Because a cut string couldn't be re-cut, unlike the target dummies that could be hit by multiple arrows and not need to be re-set up.

She didn't like how it slowed everything down. It made the competition take a long time. Annoyingly long. Like. It had been hours and hours of just axe-throwing.

It had been interesting at the start.

I'm not focused on the wrong thing, I'm focused on good things