
I am a girl. But no one can know that. In Silvermoor, only men fight in the war, but House Ironfang has no more males to give. To prevent my father from sure death in the war, I wore his clothes and disguised myself as a man to take his place in the army. We won, but the enemy has taken me captive. The Demonic Alpha King who marked me as his without knowing what I truly am to punish me for losing him a war. But now, it is more than a punishment as he is now obsessed and hell-bent on seducing me. He tells me it doesn't matter what skin I wear, man or woman, he'll always want me. I hope to the Moon Goddess that it isn't true. Because I will never submit to him. Completed! Beginning next leads stories soon.

Ask, under the starry sky there was a beauty, her black hair like eternal night, bright eyes sparkling like stars, her powerful magic made the world tremble, her supreme beauty made all creatures submit, who was this beauty? "That's right, it's me, the Witch King, Dorothy!" ps: The original title is "Armed Witch." This is a slow-burn story, not for those who dislike a slow pace. Not for those who dislike a slow pace! Not for those who dislike a slow pace!