Lisa sells flowers in the Holy Capital, struggling to make ends meet.
One day, the Demon Lord's army descended from the sky. By chance, she was wearing white, so they mistook her for a saint and captured her.
Isn't that a bit of a stretch?
Can't demons tell human ages and faces apart?
She tried to persuade the half-blood guard who brought her food every day. "Your job is basically a prison sentence too. Have you never thought about going to the human world to look for your family? Maybe your human relatives love you very much."
"Love? What does that mean?"
Through the iron bars, Lisa saw a glimmer of hope. She began describing human emotions to Ronnie.
Maybe she went into too much detail, and maybe she made them sound a little too wonderful.
But it didn't matter. They both escaped from their respective prisons, found the right path, and arrived at the paradise they'd lost long ago.
Human heroine x half-blood incubus
A love story about overcoming prejudice and drawing closer to each other
Theme: Embrace hope in adversity
