I, Prime Minister of Ursus, Go on a Date with Patriot from the Start

[Gender-Swapped Big Shot] Jon transmigrates to the darkest era in Ursus. Nearly a hundred million Infected refugees roam the land, while the empire's endless military expansion has caused an unprecedented famine. By a twist of fate, the tyrannical empress can hear Jon's thoughts.

"The troops have increased by 1,500 this month. That's worth celebrating."

[1,500? You've really outdone yourself. Everyone's become a soldier, so nobody's farming. You're relying entirely on buying grain. No matter how strong Ursus's military is, the country will collapse sooner or later.]

"The situation on the northern frontier has stabilized. Next, I want to deal with the Infected refugees."

[Why deal with them? Go to war! You're sick if you've stockpiled all those troops and don't use them. At this point, only a war of plunder can save Ursus. Otherwise, just wait for the country to fall.]

"Lord Jon, could you please just say what you mean?"

After Ursus rose to power, the leaders of other nations sent assassins to kill Jon at his wedding. But his bride was a Wendigo. In the wedding hall, the assassins from every nation stared at the roomful of Wendigos, their scalps tingling with fear. It finally dawned on them.

"So this mission is really asking me to kill myself?"

A hundred years later, they discovered Jon's one and only weakness: Rhodes Island. There was a woman he had once loved, a white-haired Feline.