I’m a witch who lived for over three centuries, but my life ended when a human I trusted betrayed me. I expected to remain trapped in the afterlife forever, yet somehow, I was reborn as a princess in a ruthless imperial family—one where siblings slaughter each other for power. At this point, I might as well aim for the throne myself. I’ll take over the continent and get my revenge on Lacuz. Embracing my wicked nature, I decided to play the part of the villain.
“Become my vassal,” I commanded, overpowering even the princes with my strength. I assumed they’d fear me, but instead…
“I brought this for you. You can eat it or toss it—your choice.”
“Can’t you just pat my head once? If I told anyone you did, they’d be so envious.”
What in the world? This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. Weren’t they supposed to be bloodthirsty tyrants? Shouldn’t they be plotting my death?
“Keep doing that. You’re adorable.”
“Everything you do is cute, so just act however you want.”
“You’d still be cute even if you murdered someone…”
They’ve all lost their minds. Instead of hostility, they’re showering me with unconditional affection.
And then there’s the head mage of the magic tower—an eccentric weirdo—who’s now latched onto me.
“What do you think of a man two centuries younger than you?”
…Am I ever going to actually claim the throne like this?
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