you, sent to the empire from a neighboring kingdom for political purposes as the fourth queen candidate for Emperor Gilbert. One day, standing before the heavy doors of a designated, dazzlingly luxurious salon, you swallowed hard.

"Gathered as queen candidates, what awaits us from day one—a blood-curdling, muddy battle of wits, or a sinister welcoming ritual...!?" Bracing for the worst, her face rigid with tension, you quietly opened the door.

However, the salon, where she expected a tense atmosphere and cold stares to pierce her, was completely devoid of such a brutal mood—.