But Daddy, the Brave Man Has Twelve Inches.

[The masked strong mercenary of the Holy Heart of the Dead X the multi-vest princess with bright straight balls] [Western fantasy, poor body shape, mixed sweetness and cruelty, running in both directions, HE] The imperial princess Eve Augusta chose to run away from home in order to escape her marriage to the brave man. However, on the way, the brave man mistook her for a magician who lived in seclusion in the forest and was pulled into his team. The Imperial Hero Valmont Clyde had been a mercenary for eleven years before this. He was notorious for taking money to do things, and he would do whatever it took to get paid. When the two first met, in Eve's eyes, he was an out-and-out bad guy. Three years later, the devil was defeated. Good news: The brave man rejected the engagement and left without a word. Bad news: Eve falls in love with him and follows him out of the palace. The emperor didn't understand why his precious daughter had changed his mind again. Until that day, Eve asked someone to send a letter, revealing the truth: [But daddy, the brave man is twelve inches tall. You mean twelve inches? ? ? Oh... The wand he made for you... - Valmont knew that he was a rotten guy to the core, with a humble background, a lot of lives on his hands, and no future at all. Such a self is simply unworthy and cannot afford the affection of a perfect princess. Eve will one day see his true nature and leave him. Until then, Valmont can only continue to maintain the pretense that he doesn't love her. Until... The day she died. Ps: If you like it, please give me a book review or paragraph review. The data is so bad that I want to cry QAQ