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I’m Not a Trash Can!
쓰레기통이 아닌데요!Synopsis
A reverse-harem training simulation game Empress Maker.
My goal is to raise the heroine, Valerie, properly and unlock the hidden ending, “The Ruler of the Harem.”
While playing smoothly, Valerie suddenly dropped a bombshell:
“I’m not interested in romance or marriage. I just want to live with My Lady forever!”
Valeriehasdeclared“NoMarriage.”Valerie has declared “No Marriage.”
MainRoute“RuleroftheHarem”hasbeenreplacedwithMinorRoute“FreeSpirit.”Main Route “Ruler of the Harem” has been replaced with Minor Route “Free Spirit.”
TIP:Ifthisroutecontinuesfortoolong,itwillautomaticallyconverttoitsrelatedending.TIP: If this route continues for too long, it will automatically convert to its related ending.
I think that’s when it all began.
The male leads, who had never even treated me like a person, started changing their attitudes.
“Trisha. I was wrong. Please, come back to me.”
My ex-fiancé, who used me however he pleased, now kneels before me and begs.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to be royalty? Then you’ve got to marry royalty, idiot.”
The prince, who always looked like he wanted to devour me, grumbles with words that are far too transparent.
“Come with me. Humans hate you anyway.”
The king of elves, who never cared about humans other than the heroine, tries to take me away.
“If I had to choose between God and you, I’d choose you.”
The younger knight, who only ever joked around, suddenly turns dead serious, and it’s terrifying.
“You know I’m the only true friend of My Lady, right?”
The duke, who always insisted we were just childhood friends, whispers sweetly in my ear.
The blind obsession of the male leads, abandoned by the original heroine, begins to focus entirely on me.
But these trashy men aren’t something I’d ever want, even if you gave them to me for free.
I swallow down the words rising to my throat:
“Excuse me, but I’m not a trash can!”
