Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love - Chapter 460: Lyan’s Gut Feeling (4)

[Additional tag: GL, Yuri, Only Wholesome romance, Harem, Slow romance, Academy, Fluff, Lighthearted, Overpowered Protagonist and Love Interest][Update Daily]Seven Witches. Seven Sins. Mel always found the apocalyptic Gacha World of the 'Witchhunter's Howl' quirky and confusing. The Tragic Witches. The over-powered Saintess. The Bad Ending. And the twelve thousand Dollar she spent on pulling PNG waifus. Really, another salary emptied? Aw, she still hasn’t bought the new, limited merch yet!But now, transmigrated back to the world 15 years before the apocalypse, Mel had a new mission: as the Witch of Lust, she had to seduce the six other witches, plus the Saintess, to prevent the end of everything.Now if only the Kingdom would stop mistaking her for a terrorist, her childhood friend-turned-lover Envy would chill on the yandere vibes, and the Saintess wouldn’t tease her every chance she got...“Ah... I want Miss Pride to be my chair at my tea party...” Mel sighed, just another normal thought on another not-so-normal day.

Upon reaching home, the number of little girls at home has doubled from one to two?! Moreover, no one in the family actually noticed this strange situation… Jiang Ziya possesses a strange left eye that lets him see things he shouldn’t be able to see. Usually, turning a blind eye to them is his life principle. However, something that shouldn’t be there has appeared in his house. This time, he can no longer continue pretending that he hasn’t seen it. So what should he do next?

This world has never been peaceful. Sometimes, just “seeing” things is dangerous. Facing the unknown, are you willing to choose to see – the truth?

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”

“You are offering me a marriage of convenience, but princess… there's nothing convenient about me.”

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Izabelle had underestimated the fire she thought she was going to play with tonight. But how could she ever have foreseen that the man she had happened to come across with does not play with just a small fire, but a whole inferno?

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“You going through this marriage with me might as well be like you digging your own grave. Because the moment you start to want more from me, I will divorce you. And the moment you break your promise and try to fight me… I will ruin you and break you apart completely. Mercilessly. You will regret ever meeting this devil tonight.” His threat was given in the same soft but cold voice.

But Elle did not even flinch. Her gaze never faltered either. This man was ruthless, and she knew that clearly. His eyes that moment promised nightmares and darkness without any promise of respite.

But no matter what he says now, it would still not change her decision. She truly had no other choice.

“I understand now…” she said quietly, steeling herself. “Since you don't trust that I will keep my word, how about we do this? You prepare the divorce documents beforehand now and I'll sign it. That way, once you decide to divorce me in the future, the papers would already have been signed and there would be no way I can trouble you about it. You would just need to send it to the lawyers and have it notarized.”

A heavy silence reigned before his quiet disbelieving laugh broke the silence.

“I'm at a loss for words, Princess Izabelle.” He looked wickedly amused. But then he started nodding in approval. “Fine, princess. I will marry you.”