My name is Alicia Rosalin, and I am the "princess" of the Magic Empire Fiore. Every day's work is to wear tutu, giggle at the nobles, and recite royal etiquette. The only problem - I'm not a princess at all. The real princess was killed by me five years ago. And now, I am using her identity to deal with the Holy See of Light, the Council of Mages, the Dragon Clan, the Elf King's Court, and the Dwarf Kingdom, and by the way, I have built my own territory into the most prosperous economic center on the mainland. I have too many identities: on the surface, I am the Silly White Sweet Princess, secretly, I am the Queen of the Night, the youngest speaker of the Mages Council, the mysterious contractor of the Dragon Throne, the person of the Millennium Prophecy of the Elf King's Court, the honorary craftsman of the Dwarf Kingdom... Oh, by the way, I seem to owe a marriage certificate to a certain ancestor of the blood race. They said I was recognized as a heartthrob in mainland China.
