As a cannon fodder (Wei), I deeply feel my ordinaryness.
My little friend is the youngest prince in the imperial capital, and my girl next door is a magician with profound magical powers.
In comparison, I am nothing!
"No, you are the lover of the world's greatest demon king."
The man in black hugged me from behind.
My face was expressionless: "No, no, please get out of here quickly."
There is also this person, his identity is even more awesome, no one in this world dares to challenge him.
Oh, except for my little friend who always wants to "kill and fall in love" with him.
The friend covered her face and cried bitterly: "No! It's you I like!!"
See, in order to get the attention of the devil, he will use any means.
Friend: "..."
Demon King: "..."
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This is a story where the real protagonist always thinks he is cannon fodder and is determined to do so.