I, Narkarine, Lancelot, the daughter of a former duke and now the tyrant of the empire.
My daily tasks include suppressing rebellions, serving as a PUA subordinate, waging war, and hoarding food for the winter for a natural disaster that has yet to happen.
The people treat me like a plague, and the nobles hate me to the core.
But they have no idea how busy I am in private——
What I stayed up late every night grading was the "Shelter Site Selection Report"; what I made crazy money to invest in was "Planetary Level Defense Magic Research." I am the only "doomsday nanny" in this empire who is forced to take up my duties early.
When the natural disaster really struck and my group of expensive magisters rushed to the streets, I had to open the final chapter of "The Nanny Rules":
"When you can't beat the monster, become a bigger monster"
It's fine now. I don't have to sleep or eat, and I have successfully saved a lot of palace expenses. My "ontology" can cover the whole country and realize security monitoring without blind spots.
The people would occasionally see their elegant Queen, with one or two "lively" tentacles accidentally slipping out from under her skirt, diligently rolling up the invading monsters and throwing them out.
Empire Daily headline: "Shocked! His Majesty threw away the chancellor's wig today, suspected of being dissatisfied with the financial report! (With photo)"
Me: ... I'm tired, let's destroy it. Hurry.
#Their last love was actually my tentacle#
Purpose: The survival of life is the first priority. "The survival of civilization is the only oracle." Civilization is immortal and we must keep watch.
