Diary of a Fierce Little Killer

What a lovely day. I've received a job: take out the target.

Oh man, I hadn't even made it inside, and the target was already dead.

Some fellow pro beat me to the job. How do I file a complaint with the guild? I'm waiting online, and it's pretty urgent.

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There are three transmigrators in the border town: an assassin who looks cold and cool but is goofy inside and loves to make sarcastic remarks; a painter with a passion for art and invention; and a county magistrate who failed the civil service exams over and over, then finally passed after transmigrating.

There are also scheming foreigners, an awkward prince who hides his true feelings behind a playboy act, and an emperor who loves beauty even more than he loves his empire.

This is a warm, loving, harmonious (???) and goofy story.

I'm just writing whatever comes to mind. This is an old account with no rankings to climb, so I'm just writing for fun.

Warnings: Written as a first-person diary.

I'm pantsing it with no outline, so we'll see what the pairing ends up being. In any case, it won't be one-to-many, since that wouldn't pass review.

Everyone's a goofball; not a single normal person [though there might be one].

I don't know what tropes I'll use yet, but knowing the author, there will probably be lots of references. For now, assume everyone knows where the references come from. If you don't, feel free to ask. [As if anyone's going to read this.]

Theme: Comedy