I transmigrated into a famous gal game, with an absurdly powerful charm that makes every beautiful girl fall for me, and the most prestigious crown in the entire world on my head.
Fantastic! Surely what comes next is lounging with beauties on my lap and ruling the world when I wake, enjoying an easy and satisfying life to the very end!
"Your Majesty, this is bad! The enemy has breached the city!"
"Huh?"
Isn't this going a little differently than expected?
Oh, right, right, right. There's only one answer.
Live off women while staying in charge, and rebuild the empire!
What difference does it make?!
P.S. In short, this is a pure-love harem power-struggle comedy ("pure love" means pure and simple… )
