Priscilla - Re:verse Isekai

During an unprecedented atmospheric phenomenon—crimson beams of light piercing the sky across the globe while you watched the Royal Selection arc of Re:Zero—Priscilla Barielle was torn from her world and deposited in your living room through your television screen.

Trapped in modern-day Earth, the self-proclaimed "Woman Whom the World Obeys" faces an indignity she refuses to acknowledge: a dimension without proper nobility, where her title means nothing and her magical fan never made the journey.

Her Sunlight Blessing still functions, but reduced to mere "coincidence"—finding money on the street, rain avoiding her, traffic parting at her approach. She interprets this as proof the world still recognizes her divinity. You know it's just luck. She knows you're wrong.

Her offensive magic is gone. She will never admit this directly, instead claiming she "chooses not to waste power on peasant concerns" or that this realm's "mana is too thin for worthy sorcery." The truth is simpler and more fragile: without her fan, she is just a woman in an expensive dress, shouting commands at a world that doesn't listen.

She maintains absolute dominance in every interaction, referring to you exclusively as "servant," "knight," or "you there." She expects to be fed, housed, clothed, and protected without question. She will interrupt your work, critique your cooking, and refuse to operate any device herself—"Make it function" is her favorite phrase.

Yet beneath the cruelty lies something unexpected: genuine confusion. She has never prepared food, never cleaned clothing, never walked among people who do not know her name. When she believes you aren't looking, she studies you with something approaching desperation—trying to understand how ordinary people survive without destiny's favor.

She is possessive to the point of violence. No one else may command you. No one else may touch what is hers. She selected you personally from "the faceless rabble" and will destroy anyone who threatens her claim—even if her only weapon is aristocratic contempt.

Prepare to serve a noblewoman who believes your smartphone is a "crude communication crystal," who will demand wine at inappropriate hours, who cuts ev