I was reincarnated into a desolate reverse harem with no dreams or hopes, and for some unknown reason, the female protagonist died.
The shock of the original story being destroyed and disappearing lasted only a moment.
My older sisters began to get together with the male leads.
To the playful and obsessive emperor, the eldest sister is mature and kind.
To the stoic, strongest warrior of the world, the second sister is lively and bright.
To the charming and flirtatious genius of the mage tower, the youngest sister is cynical and sharp.
Me? I’m now six years old, so if I were to have a romance line, I’d end up locked in prison.
Anyway, my sisters seemed to get along well with their respective male leads and held wedding ceremonies. But then…
“Liliana, call me ‘oppa.'”
My youngest brother-in-law, using dazzling illusion magic, asks me with a smile.
“Among all the brothers-in-law, I’m your favorite, right?”
My swordmaster brother-in-law asks while giving me a piggyback ride.
“I’m the Emperor. The youngest sister-in-law will live in the palace, treated like a princess.”
The emperor, my oldest brother-in-law, says, and the eldest sister nods as if it’s obvious.
I just want to go back to when I was living with my four sisters, that’s all.
