The Emperor and I Pretend to Be Enemies Every Day

[Also check out the upcoming novel The Witch of Rumor, blurb at the end~] Lilliana, commander of the Knights of Dawn, is a legendary figure in the Empire of Pass. The famously lecherous emperor is a legend of quite a different sort. A certain Great Sage who wished to remain anonymous once said: “His Majesty Gudelian is the trial Heaven bestowed upon the Empire of Pass, while Lady Lilliana, the Rose of Glory, is a miracle sent down by the gods.” When word spread through the capital that His Majesty intended to marry Lilliana, the streets and alleys erupted in celebration. At the same time, people began to worry. “I want Lady Lilliana to become queen too, but His Majesty is getting far too good a deal!” “Waaah, my knight lady! Do I have no chance anymore... No! Even if I risk being hanged, I still want to be her lover!” Gudelian: “...Hey, arrest these people and hang them.” Lilliana glanced at him. The young emperor shrugged. “I was only joking.” “More importantly,” the fair-featured girl in light armor said, turning her head, “that earl is doing something unspeakable to children. We haven't caught him in the act yet, but...” “But if we wait until we have evidence, who knows how many more children will suffer. So let's hang him first.” The emperor picked up where she left off with a cheerful smile. “As for the reason... let's say I have my eye on his wife.” Lilliana: “...His wife has already passed away.” Emperor: “Then his daughter.” Lilliana: “He has no daughter.” “Tsk.” The emperor grew impatient. “Doesn't anyone in that family have a woman? Just make something up.” The next day, word spread through every street and alley that His Majesty had hanged an earl for the absurd reason that he wanted the earl's mother, who was over sixty. The dignified emperor cornered the commander of the knights on the training grounds, his smile dazzling and dangerous. “My dear and respected knight commander, how do you intend to compensate me for the damage to my reputation?” Lilliana: “The Empire will remember your sacrifice.” The emperor gave a cold laugh. “Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?” Lilliana: “I'm not afraid. I could snap your neck with one hand.” Furious with embarrassment, the emperor pushed her into a storage room. A burning kiss fell on her neck, and he whispered in her ear, “Is that so? Would you snap my neck, Lilliana?” “...No, I wouldn't.” We hide our true feelings behind lies, and our murderous intent behind sweet words. We are intimate lovers pretending to be enemies, conspirators in the murder of a god. We will enter Heaven together, or Hell. [An upcoming novel too]: The Witch of Rumor. In the mood for a magical academy fantasy? A transfer student arrived at the noble academy in the Vannasi Empire on the Continent of Glory. The rumor was that she was a witch. The dwarf headmaster, whose beard was so long it piled up several layers on the floor, looked at the disheveled, weary girl in front of him. She wore a witch's hat that covered half her face. He checked her transfer records again: Arson, causing explosions, prying gold nuggets from the headmaster's statue to use in alchemy, turning a teacher into a frog, forcing a bullied classmate to drink a love potion that sent the whole school into a frenzy... The dwarf headmaster's eyebrows twitched. He silently stamped the acceptance form. He no longer objected to placing a girl who was clearly human in the nonhuman academy. Isis was transferring for the fiftieth time. According to an agreement she had made with some unlucky soul, once all fifty academies on the continent had rejected her, the other party would stop trying to prevent her from retreating into the forest and continuing her life as a tower witch. This was the last one. But she was a little reluctant to leave, because her classmates here... Included a siren in a huge transparent tank, with a heavenly singing voice and beauty that transcended gender; a devil with pitch-black horns and magic markings all over, a sly troublemaker who occasionally showed tiny fangs; and a fierce, straightforward werewolf with a beautiful physique who could turn into a fluffy beast... All incredibly rare alchemy materials. It was impossible to resist. And then there was the academy's guardian, an enormous silver dragon that looked as if it were made of pure silver. Just staying near him made even the air smell fragrant with magical energy. As for troublesome things like representing the academy in competitions, that was a small contribution in exchange for special treatment. Even after dropping out, the witch Isis remained a legend among the academies. They said she did whatever she pleased, had no regard for rules, dared to curse even the ruler of the continent, defy the gods, and covet dragons! Isis: Yes, that's how witches are. Everyone saw the rumored witch Isis riding in on a silver dragon and stepped back in unison. “S-she even tamed a dragon to use as a mount!” The dragon let out an earth-shaking roar. Isis glanced at it. “Correction, he says he's not a mount.” Everyone: “Then what is he?” Isis: “Alchemy materi... Ahem, I mean, he's my fated partner.” An eccentric witch x a guardian silver dragon Theme: Don't be fooled by appearances.