She didn't know why she was acting so shocked like this wasn't inevitable.
Of course she had to wife up the heroines to survive. That was just basic villainess math.
Still, she didn't like that. She was a one-person only type of woman.
She was getting used to being Verena, sure. She had the hair flips, the eyebrow raises, the dominating HR energy down.
But deep inside, she was still her. Someone who believed in mutual consent, proper communication, and not accidentally creating a jealous harem that might implode.
Besides… what if the heroines turned on each other? Did her insurance plan cover murder-suicide love triangles?
"Do you think it's possible to love… multiple people?" Verena asked, trying to sound casual but failing spectacularly.
"Why do you ask? The Emperor has five wives and a rotating roster of concubines."
Oh right. This world still ran on historical nonsense where polyamory was fine, as long as you were rich, powerful, or wore a cape.
