Lord of the Mysteries: Roselle, Call Me Your Majesty the Empress
A Lord of the Mysteries fanfic featuring both pathways of Order, set in the era of Roselle. Transmigrating overnight into a strange world where a crimson moon hangs high, industry is just beginning to bud, and mystery lurks in the shadows, Charlotte Sauron thought she could make a great splash with her noble status and the knowledge in her head—only to discover that she is not the only transmigrator of this era! Charlotte: You're a transmigrator (pointing at Roselle), and you're a transmigrator too (pointing at the "Fool")—you're all transmigrators (pointing fingers this way and that)? Some people invent and create, some play at secret societies, and someone else treats me like a thorn in their eye and a thorn in their flesh? Do I really have to start a war, overthrow the royal house, send the king to the guillotine, and take his place as the Black Emperor just to sit at the same table as all of you? Roselle: Why are you stealing my job? Charlotte: Fine, then. You can have the Black Emperor's throne. (A completed, high-quality Lord of the Mysteries fanfic of five million words—safe to start reading.)
68 chapters