Guardia Kingdom—an ancient nation with an unusual tradition.
Whenever a new crown prince takes the throne, the kingdom summons his bride from another world.
Recently, for the first time in centuries, that ritual succeeded.
The summoned bride, however, had locked herself in her room since the wedding.
...
A woman with long black hair tied behind her neck and thin-rimmed glasses sat at a desk buried under mountains of paperwork.
Her name was Tonegawa Asahi—a capable, no-nonsense Japanese woman, and the newly crowned queen of Guardia.
She hadn't spoken a word for hours.
Her patience was impressive, even by Japanese standards.
Most people would have already screamed and tossed everything onto the floor.
"...I've had enough!"
There it was.
She snapped.
Like every Japanese soul pushed past its limit, Asahi went from serene to war mode in a heartbeat.
No wonder people said the Japanese didn't understand diplomacy—they skipped straight to declarations of war.
"Queen's exploded again!"
"Someone bring a pretty face—man or woman, doesn't matter!"
The attendants moved fast, as if this were a routine fire drill.
The response might've been wrong, but when you dealt with a Japanese queen, you took what you could get.
"Your Majesty, please calm down!"
"Shut up! Why does this stack never shrink!? Is this country glitched or what!?"
Her sharp voice echoed across the royal office.
The calm, intellectual queen looked more like a general on the battlefield.
"Just half, Your Majesty! If you can finish half, I'll let you rest—and maybe even work on your favorite BL!"
Tragedy struck. The queen was a fujoshi.
But don't underestimate her. She wasn't the type who merely consumed stories—she created them.
Her obsessive research had turned into political insight.
Her deep knowledge of feudal governance was now improving Guardia's administration.
Even useless trivia had found a noble purpose.
"Idiot! I barely sleep as it is—who has time for that!?"
"What!? Then how are we supposed to get our new releases!?"
Tragedy, again. The royal court had rotted.
Japan's proud manga culture had apparently infected the aristocracy.
Yet that same obsession earned the queen massive popularity among the noble ladies.
Sometimes the world rewarded madness.
"Why are there still so many unfinished cases!?"
"Only members of the royal family can sign off on final decisions, Your Majesty. The late king faced the same burden."
"I know that! I'm asking what that useless fool is doing!"
Silence fell. Everyone knew who she meant.
"The king... isn't feeling well."
King Richard, newly crowned.
Since his coronation and wedding, he hadn't shown his face in public.
"...Still hiding in his room, that siscon."
His sister, Princess Sheena, had vanished without a trace.
The king had adored her, and her loss crushed him.
Asahi might've felt a little sympathy—until it curdled into disgust.
"Queen! More documents—hii!"
The clerk froze as Asahi turned her gaze on him.
Her glare alone nearly sent him to the floor.
She had no cheat powers, but the threat of awakening an evil eye was real.
Then—she smiled.
A calm, terrifyingly serene smile that made the air itself grow still.
"Alright. I'm going to punch him."
"You can't just—what, like a casual stroll!?"
Apparently, the queen had gone beyond her limits.
Once a Japanese person reached that point, reason vanished.
It was like watching a wind-up toy lose a wheel and careen downhill.
"Ahaha! My beloved husband, your queen is coming for you!"
"Her Majesty's gone mad! She's completely lost it!"
With a radiant smile, Queen Asahi sprinted down the hall, her maid chasing desperately behind.
The other courtiers only sighed.
—Just another day in Guardia.
Later, the king received a thunderous body blow followed by a heartfelt lecture.
Afterward, he actually opened up to his queen.
So in the end, all was well.
Mostly.
Rumor had it the king developed a masochistic streak after that, but since the royal couple seemed happy, no one dared comment.
・ ・ ・
"..."
"Hey, Tsukuyomi. How's that woman doing—the one who got summoned to Guardia?"
The young man before the mirror didn't answer right away.
He was Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, Amaterasu's brother and one of the Three Noble Children.
His appearances were so rare that people weren't even sure of his gender anymore.
Probably male.
Then again, in Japan's current climate, he could easily end up rewritten as a goddess.
Amaterasu herself had gone through that once, so best not to dwell on it.
"Ah, elder sister. The woman summoned to Guardia is doing perfectly fine."
"Really? It was all so sudden, I only managed to give her a divine blessing for language comprehension."
"That's more than enough. Her ability's exceptional.
Too much help would only dull her edge."
"Alright then. I'll trust your judgment."
Amaterasu smiled and left.
Tsukuyomi watched her go with a pleasant expression... until she was out of sight.
Then his smile twisted.
"She reacts better when she's cornered.
She won't die—probably.
Let's observe her a little longer."
Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto.
His deviousness, of course, had nothing to do with being the moon god.