Lord of Mysteries: Roselle, Call Me Your Imperial Majesty

A Lord of Mysteries fanfiction featuring the two pathways of Order, set in Roselle's era.

Suddenly transmigrated into another world-a world beneath a crimson moon, where industry is just beginning to blossom and mysteries lurk in the shadows-Charlotte Sauron thought her noble status and the knowledge in her head would let her make her mark. What she never expected was that she wasn't this era's only transmigrator!

Charlotte: "You're a transmigrator!" (Points at Roselle.) "You're a transmigrator too!" (Points at "The Fool.") "Are all of you transmigrators?!" (Points accusingly at everyone.)

Some people are busy inventing things, others are running secret societies, and still others see me as a thorn in their side?

Do I really have to start a war, overthrow the royal family, send the king to the guillotine, and take his place as the Black Emperor just to earn a seat at your table?

Roselle: "Why are you stealing my job?"

Charlotte: "Then how about this? You can have the Black Emperor's throne."

(The author already has a highly acclaimed, completed Lord of Mysteries fanfiction spanning five million characters, so dive in with confidence!)