Vol 1 Chapter 1 – The Imperial Princess’s Proposal【Vol 1 – Starting a Harem Life with Beautiful Girls in Another World!】

“Nice to meet you. I’m Flora, Imperial Princess of the Orleans Empire. Um… so… would you marry me?”

A delicate, silver-haired beauty with blue eyes had just proposed to me.

If I’d been dating a foreign girl back in Japan and she’d begged me to marry her, I might’ve actually been thrilled.

But I had never heard of any “Orleans Empire.”

And why on earth was a regular salaryman like me sitting face-to-face with an Imperial Princess?

The room was vast — like something out of a Western castle. Red carpets stretched across the floor, and decorative suits of armor lined the walls.

Flora and I sat facing each other across an ornate table.

Just the two of us.

I couldn’t make any sense of the situation whatsoever.

My name is Kazuki Nikaiin — a completely ordinary Japanese man, four years into working life, twenty-six years old.

That day, just like any other, I had worked late into the night at the office and left the building.

My company paid decent wages, but it was a black company through and through — regularly forcing its employees into over a hundred hours of overtime per month…

My only comfort on the walk home was the thought of a bowl of niboshi ramen at the place near the station. I stepped out onto the main street in front of the station, and —

Right.

That’s when a large truck hit me.

So why was I still alive?

I stared at the girl in front of me. Her blue eyes stared back.

The pure white dress suited her perfectly — she really did look like a princess. Then again, she said she was an Imperial Princess, so maybe she actually was one.

She was a slender beauty, but with a stunning figure. The bold neckline of her gown left little doubt about the generosity of her chest.

A slit in the dress gave a fleeting glimpse of long, pale, captivating legs.

I caught myself staring and shook the thought loose.

“Uh… where exactly am I?”

At my dim-witted question, Imperial Princess Flora smiled softly. Her long silver hair swayed with a gentle shimmer.

I couldn’t help staring at that beautiful face. She looked like a goddess.

“It’s only natural to be confused, Kazuki-san. This place — to you — is another world.”

“Another world? You mean a world completely separate from Earth and Japan?”

“If ‘Earth’ and ‘Japan’ are what you call your world, then yes. Completely separate — a different world, on a different continent.”

Flora then explained that the Orleans Empire was a great power situated in the western reaches of the continent, and that she herself was the eldest daughter of the previous Emperor.

“I’m the one who called you here. I used summoning magic.”

“Uh… well…”

I couldn’t bring myself to believe it right away. Flora let out a small laugh as I floundered.

She rose from her seat, the hem of her gown sweeping gracefully. Then she snapped her fingers.

With a flash of blue light, a small, fluffy white creature appeared.

It was nothing like anything I’d ever seen in Japan — adorable, like a poodle with wings.

“That’s my summoning magic. Do you believe me now?”

“It doesn’t look like a magic trick, at least.”

“You’re still doubting me?”

Flora puffed out her cheeks at my words.

She seemed more childlike than my first impression suggested. But cute, undeniably.

She produced a wooden rod — something like a magic wand — and gave it a single wave.

Outside the window, a blinding flash lit up the sky, followed by a thunderous boom.

I flinched. Flora grinned like a mischievous little girl.

“That was magic, too. Lightning-type, specifically. Oh — don’t worry, the courtyard outside is empty. No one was out there.”

Even with that reassurance, I found myself turning toward the window. And there it was — an enormous castle.

More precisely, the enormous castle extended in every direction, including the room I was standing in right now.

It seemed I had no choice but to accept it: magic was real, and I really was in another world.

But why had I been the one summoned here?

Flora’s cheeks went red when I asked.

“I did say so at the very beginning, didn’t I? You’re someone from another world, and I want you to… marry me… and, um… I-I want us to have lots of children together.”

Vol 1 Chapter 2 – Maybe My Type?【Vol 1 – Starting a Harem Life with Beautiful Girls in Another World!】

The beautiful Imperial Princess before me had just asked — with a bashful blush — for me to marry her.

And on top of that, she wanted us to have children together.

Of course, no man alive would hear that a girl this cute wanted that from him and not feel a flicker of excitement.

But the whole thing was moving way too fast.

There had to be some rational explanation.

I smiled.

“Why would you want to marry someone like me? Back in my world, I was a nobody. I’m nowhere near the status that would match an Imperial Princess.”

“No, that’s not how it works here. In this world, your standing is determined by how much magical power — mana — you have. People from other worlds carry far more mana than we do, so…”

“So you’re saying I’d be treated like a noble?”

I tried the question out. I had no idea whether this world had nobles, but judging by the medieval aesthetic, it wouldn’t be surprising if it did.

Flora confirmed that it did, in fact, have them.

But she also said I wouldn’t merely be treated as a noble.

“Because I need you to become Emperor.”

“E-Emperor…!?”

I nearly fell out of my chair.

Summoning a stranger from another world and making him Emperor.

Was that really how any empire worked?

Flora seemed to read my inner turmoil and let out a small, amused laugh.

“There are three reasons. The previous Emperor — my father — died in the war without any male heirs. He only had daughters. So there’s no successor.”

“In that case—”

I started to suggest that Flora herself could take the throne, then hesitated — unsure if I was even allowed to use her name.

Flora seemed to notice. She gave me a bright smile.

“You can call me Flora.”

“Thank you. Couldn’t you become Emperor yourself, Flora-san?”

“This country has a deeply male-dominant society. A woman — me, or any of my younger sisters — can’t take the throne. That’s why I need you to marry me and become Emperor.”

“But wouldn’t there be nobles, or foreign princes — people more suited to the position?”

“That won’t work.”

Flora gave a soft laugh. I had the strange feeling she was testing me — that she expected me to figure out why on my own.

I thought for a moment before speaking.

“Because a nobleman or a foreign prince would seize too much power?”

“Exactly. If a high-ranking noble married me, he’d consolidate so much power that it would trigger a civil war among the other noble houses.”

“And if you took a foreign prince as your consort, the Orleans Empire would be forced to submit to his home country.”

Flora nodded brightly. This girl might look carefree on the surface, but there was clearly a great deal going on behind those blue eyes.

Placing a man of genuine power on the throne would cause its own problems.

So instead, she chose me — a man from another world with no backing, no political ties, and no strings attached.

That logic I could follow.

Flora raised a finger and whispered, “Second reason.”

“People in this world place enormous importance on the amount of mana a person holds. So the Emperor needs to be someone with exceptional mana.”

“Ah. So it’s convenient for someone with a lot of mana — meaning me — to take the throne.”

“It’s more than just that. The future Emperor… meaning the children who carry my bloodline… they’ll also need to have high mana, so…”

Flora glanced at me from beneath her lashes, her blue eyes catching the light. Then her face colored.

Oh. So that’s what this is.

That was why she’d asked me to father her children.

If mana determined social standing and the imperial family relied on possessing large quantities of it, then it must be hereditary.

In that case, by bearing the children of someone from another world — someone with naturally high mana — Flora could ensure the next generation inherited that same strength.

The imperial bloodline would be secure.

“Still… is it really all right to marry someone you don’t even love?”

“An Imperial Princess… doesn’t have the freedom to marry for love.”

Flora said it quietly, and there was a loneliness in her voice that she didn’t try to hide.

This wasn’t Japan. This was a medieval world.

And within that world, Flora was still a princess. Of course she had no freedom in marriage.

Even so, I couldn’t help thinking — was she really okay with someone like me?

Flora was probably in her late teens, and I was in my mid-twenties. There was a bit of a gap there…

While those thoughts were still turning in my head, Flora — still standing — let a mischievous light flash through her blue eyes. She stepped closer to where I sat, and leaned over, looking down at me.

The neckline of her gown fell directly into my line of sight.

Ba-dump.

My heart lurched.

Her face was young, almost girlish — but her figure was undeniably, thoroughly grown. Remarkably so.

“The third reason,” she said, her voice dropping to something just above a murmur. “I actually… kind of like your type.”

“What?”

“People with black hair and dark eyes are almost unheard of on this continent. Everyone finds it exotic. And I like how solid you look. Your kind expression, too.”

She said it with a half-teasing lilt, like she was almost joking.

How serious was she?

Flora reached out and pressed her hand gently to my cheek.

I flinched. Flora watched my reaction with open delight and whispered, “How cute.”

“The noble men of this country look down on me, even as Imperial Princess. Because I’m a woman. But I didn’t feel even a trace of that from you.”

She wasn’t wrong. I came from Japan, not a medieval society. Openly looking down on women wasn’t something I did, and treating them with consideration was second nature.

But maybe it wasn’t so common here.

Flora turned her gaze to the window. Beyond it stretched a vast garden and the castle grounds.

“This country was torn apart by the war. Agriculture, commerce — all of it collapsed. The noble houses no longer listen to the Empire. So many men died in the fighting that women can’t find husbands, and birth rates are plummeting.”

“That’s… a lot to take on.”

From what she’d told me, the Empire — whatever power it held in name — was deeply weakened.

And Flora had been thrust into leading it as its imperial family member while still in her mid-teens. The weight of that was difficult to imagine.

Flora turned back to face me. The wind from the window stirred her silver hair.

“Kazuki-san. You died in your world, and I summoned you here. I know this is a selfish thing to ask. But… I want you to marry me. I want you to become Emperor.”

Then, cheeks flushed, she reached up with one hand and slipped the strap of her gown off her shoulder.

The fabric fell away, and the neckline — already open — shifted further.

She leaned against me, pressing close, as if to make the point impossible to miss. A soft, full warmth settled against me.

Ba-dump.

“I-I don’t have any other options. Please… take my first time. Make me yours. Give me a child.”

“B-But I… I don’t have what it takes to be Emperor.”

“I’ll handle all of the politics myself, so don’t worry about that. The only thing you’ll need to do… is make children with me and my ladies-in-waiting.”

“I’m — what?”

“So you can just take it easy and laze around the inner palace as much as you like.” She whispered it against my ear, her voice sweet and unhurried.

I was being asked to make a decision.