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*The system has successfully started. Empire Summoning System is now online—serving you!*
Rivo, who had been sleeping peacefully, was suddenly stirred by a cold, mechanical voice in his mind.
He slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a large, European-style bed. Gauze curtains hung on either side, gently veiling the surroundings in a dreamlike mist. One thing was clear—this luxurious, aristocratic bedroom was definitely not his own.
A dull throb began to rise in his head. As Rivo pushed aside the gauze and looked around, his eyes reflected confusion and disbelief.
But in the next moment, memories surged through his mind like a tide.
His gaze turned incredulous.
He had transmigrated. From a regular person in the real world... into the world of *Akame ga Kill*.
And not just anywhere—but into the imperial palace of the Empire, the very center of its decaying power.
Even more astonishingly, he had become the current little Emperor—the pitiful puppet ruler controlled by Prime Minister Honest.
Rivo's expression became complex. As an anime lover in his past life, he had naturally watched *Akame ga Kill* more than once, both the anime and the manga. He was no stranger to the tragic fate of the young Emperor.
Although the current moment wasn't dangerous, he knew better than anyone how quickly things could change.
"That's right—the system!"
Rivo's eyes lit up. The earlier mechanical voice returned to mind. It wasn't a hallucination. He really had a system!
**Empire Summoning System**
**Host: Rivo**
**Servants: None**
**Reputation: 500**
**Skills: Servant Summoning, Servant Recycling**
*Summoning consumes reputation points. You have one free summon available!*
As Rivo focused, a series of translucent panels appeared before his eyes. It was real. His golden finger as a transmigrator was finally in place.
Even though the palace seemed peaceful on the surface, who could say it would remain that way with his arrival? The system might be the only thing that could help him survive.
He had a free summon and 500 reputation points. A D-rank summon cost 500 points. C-rank required 1,000, B-rank 5,000, A-rank 10,000, and the legendary S-rank—100,000.
Reputation, he understood, referred to influence or prestige in this world.
"A little Emperor with only 500 reputation points…"
"It really shows how little presence he had in the Imperial Capital."
Rivo sighed. He decided not to use his reputation points just yet. He would use the free summon first.
Just as he was about to proceed, the grand doors to his palace chamber swung open.
Several maids approached, bowing respectfully.
"Your Majesty, it is time for the morning court."
Under their careful service, Rivo was dressed in formal robes, crowned, and handed the imperial scepter. Step by step, he made his way toward the throne room.
In the grand hall, along the carpeted aisle leading to the throne, officials of all ranks were already kneeling on both sides.
Most were minor characters, but two stood out.
At the front knelt a tall man with short blond hair, clad in polished silver armor—General Budo, one of the few loyal military leaders still left in the Empire.
At the farthest end, one man didn't kneel. Instead, he stood beside the throne, casually gnawing on a chicken leg.
He had a thick white beard and a seemingly kind expression, radiating an air of harmlessness.
But Rivo knew better.
This man was none other than Prime Minister Honest—the one who had poisoned the previous Emperor and princess, and now held true control of the Empire.
Over 80% of the officials in the Empire were part of his faction.
"Your Majesty, you're here?" Honest said, flashing a wide smile. "It's truly hard on you to wake up so early. How about I propose moving court sessions to the afternoon?"
"After all, your ministers work hard too and deserve rest."
The chicken leg in his hand was tossed aside with disdain. Not even a shred of respect was shown.
"Uh-huh, then I'll follow the Minister's advice," Rivo replied with a calm smile, hiding any sign of awareness. "That sounds reasonable. Let's do that from now on."
He sat on the throne and looked down at the officials.
One by one, they began to report the latest happenings in the Empire.
Tribal unrest on the northern border. The rise of the Revolutionary Army in the south. Harsh conditions in outlying towns that were requesting tax relief.
None of these reports were directed at Rivo. In fact, before he could even speak, Honest would answer on his behalf—issuing decisions in the Emperor's name.
"The little Emperor's life is quite easy," Rivo thought with a cold chuckle. "He doesn't need to do anything."
He rested his cheek against one hand, eyes drifting lazily over the gathered men.
When his gaze landed on General Budo, Rivo came to a realization.
This general wasn't loyal to him personally—but to the *Empire*. That was why he tolerated Honest's rule and turned a blind eye to the manipulation around him.
After nearly half an hour, the court session ended.
One by one, the officials began to withdraw from the throne room.
"Your Majesty," Honest said as he approached, arms open, "would you care to dine with the ministers today? A new chef has entered the palace, and the cuisine is rather exquisite."
His tone was friendly, even warm—but Rivo saw the demon lurking behind the smile.
"No thank you, Minister," Rivo replied politely. "Your diet is a little too heavy. Be mindful of your health. Too much meat isn't good for the body."
He patted Honest's round belly with a soft chuckle and turned to leave.
Honest watched Rivo's back with a faint smirk, then returned to his feast. In this palace, he was more master than the Emperor himself.
His personal quarters were grander than the Emperor's. He came and went as he pleased. Every maid, every guard—they were all his people.
The little Emperor's daily life, even whom he saw and spoke to, was all arranged by Honest.
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On the other hand, Rivo had returned to his chamber.
One simple interaction had confirmed what he already suspected.
This man, Honest… was anything but simple.