I was reincarnated into a wretched harem story with no dreams or hopes, when the heroine died for some reason. The shock of the original story being destroyed disappeared after a while. My older sisters then started to get involved with the male leads. The playful and obsessive emperor found my eldest sister, who was mature and affectionate. The blunt and strongest swordsman in the Empire matched with my cheerful second sister. Meanwhile, my cynical youngest sister was paired with the playboy Head of the Magic Tower. And me? I’m only six years old, so I’m not allowed to have a love interest. Anyway, my sisters got along well with the male leads and held their weddings. But… “Liliana. Call me ‘Oppa’.” My youngest brother-in-law tried to win me over with splendid illusion magic and asked me. “Am I your favorite brother?” My second brother-in-law, the swordmaster, carried me on his shoulders and coaxed in a whisper. “Liliana. As my youngest sister-in-law, you will live in the Imperial Palace and be treated like a princess.” My eldest sister nodded nonchalantly upon hearing the Emperor’s declaration. But I only want to go back to the time when I lived with my sisters and there were just the four of us?