Synopsis
Every time I dream, I possess a terminally ill empress.
So I wished for nothing more than to die as soon as possible.
Whenever I open my eyes, I have to face a different man’s face.
Because every time I dream, I become the terminally ill empress.
So I spent my days waiting only for the day of my death.
But then—
“If the Empress does not wake up like this…”
“……”
“Everyone in this room will lose their heads.”
The emperor I met through a political marriage completely lost his mind.
Ryan, with whom I had lived uneventfully for eight years, acted as if we had met and married out of love.
And on the other side of my body, something strange got tangled up as well.
I thought he was just a crazy bastard with a pretty face,
but it turns out he’s an extremely rare archmage.
Someone so precious like that lives in a rural village, yet he keeps approaching me and shamelessly flirting.
“Just stay up a little longer. Yeah?”
…This wizard bastard keeps interfering with my sleep.
If I stay up late on this side, the other side complains.
If I stay up late on the other side, this one won’t let me sleep.
You know…
I was really trying to die quietly.
