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 squinted out the window with a sigh.

It was not the first time she'd sighed at the window that day, and she doubted much that it would be the last.

The storm still raged outside. Which was a problem. Because it definitely should not be still raging.

A thunderstorm that intense should only last a few minutes, unless it were accompanied by other things like. A hurricane or something. But while it was windy it certainly wasn't that. windy.

Even squinting at it though, did not bring up any kind of status screen for her. Predicting the weather did not seem to be part of her skill set. No matter how she stared at it, she wouldn't see any stats for it.

Though the window itself being in the way didn't help, as it would occasionally trigger the stat screen of whoever happened to be in a distorted reflection.

I'm not a weatherman, I'm just forecasting