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I'm the Empress! So I'm Going to Make Myself a Harem

[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!"

Amesaya · Fantasie
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577 Chs

I'm not the one complaining, I'm voicing Snowball's complaints!

There were two distinct reasons for her to be miserable today. Exceptionally miserable, in fact.

The first was that the weather was howling, pouring rain, crackling thunder and blasting wind hard enough she worried about potential funnel clouds. All she didn't need in the middle of a crisis was a tornado dropping in on her population.

The second was that she was out in it, riding in her carriage.

Another carriage. Not the one that was destroyed by the failed assassination attempt.

Though, frankly, she thought this one wasn't nearly as good.

Negotiations had been...difficult with the Kingdom of Pristan, but her informants (she didn't want to say 'spies'...) told her they had a large supply of Moonflower.

The best conclusion she could come up with was to go out herself, as Empress of Nevremia, and try to curry favor.