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 sighed and leaned her head against the wall. It was late in the night, and the storm still raged. The sky had no mercy. There was no break in the clouds, the rain, or the thunder.

It was just an endless deluge, the sky pouring out its guts and dumping it on her people's heads. She didn't have an end date for the storm, or a reason why it was happening in the first place.

It felt completely unnatural and targeted, but she had no explanation for how it could be happening. Even the stat screen she could look at...

She couldn't just. Make it pop up like some kind of augmented reality lens to look at the rain. There was nothing for her to stare at, it seemed - even though she could look at items at times, the rain was apparently not a part of that.

So she couldn't prove, even to herself, that this was some kind of.

I'm not just paranoid, I'm also being targeted