I’m a witch that’s over 300 years old, but I died at the hands of a human I’d trusted. I thought I’d be stuck in the spiritual world forever, but I reincarnated as theprincess of a violent and bloody imperial family, where siblings would murder each other for the throne. Honestly, at this rate, I should just become the next emperor. I’ll conquer the entire continent and attain my sweet revenge on Lacuz. And so, I turned to evil and wicked ways, as befitting my role as a witch. “You. Become my vassal.” I even won over the princes with my overwhelming strength. So I thought that everyone would fear me, but… “I picked this up for you. You can decide to eat it or throw it away.” “Can’t you touch me just once? If I tell others that you stroked my head, they would be so jealous.” …What the hell? What’s going on with them? Wasn’t this imperial family full of violence and murder