Never have I ever thought that every step I take is a game set by you. The game you set, every word and every move, has left me in a fog. These fleeting prosperity have burned out and not even ashes are left. What should I do? It's okay not to.
No matter who you are, you dare to marry me? I am the most majestic and powerful female devil in ancient times. You can offend me, but I am willing to do so. It would not be surprising even if I slaughtered your whole family. Can you afford to marry me like this?
I don't want you to pay back what you owe me, let alone what I want, and you can't afford it. It's just that I never do credit, especially since I only make accounts once in my life. The only joys and sorrows in my life are tied to him. How about you seal the sword with blood to comfort my heart?