As an eighteen-year-old young man in the twenty-first century, I don't smoke or drink, and I long for a plant-like life. Then one day, I transmigrated.
And became the Demon Lord...
To get home, I had no choice but to raise my blade against my former kin, only to be defeated by the hero in the end, just like in every clichéd story.
But... it seems the hero's goal isn't just to kill me?
What? You want me to be your little sister? No way!
What!? You've already planned it all out...
"...Big sis~"
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My lords, please leave a like before you go... sob sob sob sob
