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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 · Fantaisie
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I'm not a rat in a maze, I'm a mouse in the walls

She stared at the man for a long moment.

"Caoimhe...?"

The princess? Well. It made some sense why Caoimhe might have some royal correspondence. Was she checking over Elymus' messages? Filling in for him?

And-

"Why did you take papers from the princess?"

His brow quirked. "Is there some other way you investigate suspects in Nevremia?"

She squinted at him. "Are you calling Caoimhe a suspect?"

"Did your prince Caleb not also implicitly suspect her by going to you and not her?"

Implicitly.

Well.

He certainly did but...

She wanted to protest.

She didn't have evidence but.

"Caoimhe has nothing to do with these murders, she wouldn't-"

He shrugged. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. But there's something deeper going on in this castle. You know this as well, don't you, little empress?"