My Accidental Harem - Chapter 24 - [r18]

Desperate to overcome her loner status, a forlorn female student was on her way to a welcome party held for newcomers at her college. Stepping on a banana peel and falling over she passes away. For some reason or another, she is reincarnated into the strongest dragon species…

“…. I really wanted to make friends, but now there is no point!!!”

Despite her complaints, this is the story of a Dragon who rouses herself in order to make friends.

She became the supporting character ‘The First Empress’ in the webtoon . This is Empress Livia, who died young after being shunned by her emperor due to her timid personality and incompetence. Her problem is that I woke up at her funeral in Livia looking ‘just like’ her. Everyone praises me as the ‘resurrected empress.’ But only the emperor knows. That I am not the real Livia. “The crime of desecrating the empress’ coffin. She deserves the death penalty.” She wants to kill me. She offered him her deal. Just to live. “your majesty. I am a very useful person. “Please use me.” Let’s just hold on for one year. Although her husband is so so so so scared! The real heroine and ‘second empress’ will appear. Then I can leave the palace in peace. * After many twists and turns, the time was ripe. I told her husband. “As promised, please divorce me.” My husband stared at me. And he hugged me quietly and said, “no way.” “yes?” “Now what? “I can never let you go.” … Isn’t this it? Is it because the empress worked too hard? You want a divorce without obsession? No, I have to divorce?

“What should I do with your tantrums? I’m too busy right now to be by your side.” Well, since entering the dungeon, I hadn’t really paid proper attention to Cha Sahyeon due to being occupied with various things. It was a golden opportunity to make my face known by Kwon Taehyeok and Ryu Seonghyeon, the targets of the main quest, not to mention the unexpected participation of the Ronic Guild in the raid. Cha Sahyeon seemed to have caught my playful murmurs as his shoulders trembled. Eventually, I heard his subdued voice: “…Don’t go.” “What?” Leaning against my shoulder, Cha Sahyeon stared at me intensely. “Don’t go.” “…!” For a moment, a strange light seemed to flicker in Cha Sahyeon’s green eyes directed at me. Simultaneously, a loud notification sound echoed around us.

Gu Shishi, a master of traditional Chinese painting, transmigrated into the role of a cannon fodder in a cliché novel.