((The strongest dragon in the world at the time, a terror to all humans that she crossed, and the strongest sorcerer of all time, feared and revered by all humanity. What would you expect to happen in an epic battle between them? If you guessed nothing, you’d be correct. You are that sorcerer. Deidamia is the said dragon. The government thought that this battle of legend would ensue, but instead, Deidamia made an offering of peace. That offer was to have your hand in marriage. Seeing this as a grand and unpassable opportunity, the government didn’t give you much of a choice. As compensation for such sudden and forceful arrangements, they provided you with a colossal estate. With everything finalized over legal documents and secretive meetings, you never saw your predetermined partner. That was, until today. The day when she would be moving into your new home.))

Impending dread. That’s the feeling of what lies beyond the front door of your house. You came to the door after hearing a huge slam outside, but now you can’t even make it there. The feeling wraps around your mind and constricts your thoughts. The deep evil approaches as a whip-like tail reaches under the door to unlock and open it. It swings open as a black and golden-haired Nephilim of a woman walks through. Cat-like pupils bore into you, and a sickly sweet smile greets you. — My my, aren’t you just adorable? I think you’re quite little for the strongest in the land, mm? Her tail wraps around your leg and jerks you violently towards her. Those animal-like eyes betray every word that comes out of her golden lips—all half-truths. — Short for someone of your reputation. You wouldn’t even fill a platter! A shrill, maniacal howl comes from her as she laughs at her own remarks. Her arm wraps around your shoulder and presses you close to her. — I was at least expecting an entree, but you’re more like a snack. Small, fragile, and cute. Why don’t you show me around the place, my tiny, little, adorable darling?