Yisha was reborn on the day she took the throne of the empire. At the time, she had yet to be slandered into infamy and turned into a laughingstock in everyone's eyes.
Determined to avoid repeating the past, the new queen put on a gentle smile and took the initiative to get close to the very people responsible for her tragic death in her previous life.
Her plan went remarkably well.
The duke, who had seen her as nothing but a political puppet, held out precious gemstones and spoke with sincere devotion.
"I can give Your Majesty anything you desire."
The aloof, ascetic pope stood with his clothes in disarray, his earlobes flushed red. Flustered, he helped her conceal her scandalous behavior.
"No, Your... Your Majesty has not blasphemed."
The marshal who had rebelled and sent her to the executioner's block in her previous life knelt before her, sword in hand, and willingly performed the empire's highest salute.
"I am willing to become the sharpest blade in Your Majesty's hand."
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[When the supposedly invincible gods fall into a trap, will they become stray dogs?]
Yisha wanted to know the answer.
And so...
The deceitful, arrogant duke was imprisoned in a vast, empty hall, with no one left for him to manipulate.
The lofty pope was bound by rumors, his faith shattered as he fell from his pedestal.
The iron-blooded marshal was stripped, inch by inch, of the power in his hands...
The gentle queen who once adored them now sat high upon her throne, coolly watching them plunge into one desperate predicament after another.
"The empire once belonged to you. But now, it belongs to me."
#I have many lovers. I give each of them a sincere love story, but my true love is this immortal empire, crowned with glory by my own hand.
It belongs to me, and I love it more than anything!#
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Theme: Strive and persevere
