I'm only a little lame. Dad, did you really have to arrange dozens of marriages for me? Won't their families sue you for fraud? What, these guys aren't human, they're demons, and mortal laws don't apply?
Fine, then why did they come to break off the engagements after you died? What do you mean, they don't want a disabled bride? I'm only a little lame!
A certain demon looked down at the person who barely reached his chest.
"You're classified as a Grade Three disability."
How can I let that stand? Don't you know that fortunes rise and fall, and that you shouldn't look down on a poor young person?
Demon A: What if she beats us up later?
Demon B: Relax. With her ability to heal her own side so badly that she ends up healing the enemy a kilometer away, there's no chance she'll get stronger in thirty years.
Demon A: Oh, good. Now I feel better.
This is a one-on-one romance, featuring a naturally saintly (not really) heroine and a perverted lecher (very much so) hero.
Also known as The Hero Is a Combat-Level Six Scrub, Wiped Out Again! I've Fallen from the Strongest Rank to Bronze Five, You Two Useless Noobs, and Tiger Demon, Put Down That Door and Come at Me!
Come on, Erchen, great.