You. Become my servant. I may be a witch over three hundred years old, but the human I trusted betrayed me, leading to my death. I thought my soul would be trapped in the spirit realm forever. Instead, I was reborn as a princess in a royal family where everyone tries to kill each other. Well, then. If that’s the case, I'll just have to become the emperor myself. “You. Become my servant.” I thought they'd all fear me after that, but instead… “Can I touch you just once? If people see that you patted my head, they'll all be envious.” …What’s going on here? “Do it more. Because… you’re adorable.” They all seem madly, almost obsessively, devoted to me. …Can I really become the emperor at this rate?