Huh? Aren't I the King?

Reborn in another world.

What do you mean my "dad's" dream girl played her to death and then made her own biological daughter, me, into a substitute?

At least I've temporarily escaped that messed-up family.

The old man couldn't handle the pressure, so he had to grant me a fief.

And I even got an elite force of 80 imperial guards and 1,000 gold in starting funds!

What do you mean the fief is a desolate borderland buried in yellow sand, with fewer than a hundred people, all old, weak, sick, or disabled?

At least I found a Charm System. As long as I stay in a good mood every day, I can earn points to increase my own charm.

What, the Oath of the Three Brothers? Tavern bread?

Looks like uniting the realm won't take long...

"Outside these harem doors, we're supposed to call you Your Majesty. Once we're inside, what should we call you?"

"Uh... meow meow meow? Ahhh!! I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"Food, people, equipment... I can get you contraband or ordinary supplies, all it takes is a small price... Money? Are you kidding me? Do I look like I'm short on cash? Be good and let me have a look!"

The little king stood at the bedroom door, staring at the ever-growing bed, on the verge of tears.

"I'm the boss! I'm your king! Could you at least show me some respect?"

They all exchanged glances, then burst out laughing and surrounded her.

"Respect is something you have to earn for yourself~"

"Let's try putting in a little more effort today~"