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Elliot Hawthorne, had transmigrated into the body of a struggling apprentice mage, and now had one simple goal, summon a small, harmless spirit to pass his magic academy’s final exam. But thanks to a mistranslation in an ancient grimoire, he instead summons Azrael, the almighty Demon King.

That would’ve been bad enough…. but then the spell accidentally binds them in an unbreakable marriage contract.

Now, Elliot is stuck with a possessive, dangerously powerful, and ridiculously affectionate demon husband who:

Carries him everywhere because "His cute little summoner’s feet shouldn’t touch the ground."

Summons hellfire just to keep Elliot warm when he complains about the cold.

Declares war on any kingdom that dares to call Elliot “single.”

Refuses to be unsummoned."Why would I leave? My husband is here."


Worse, every holy knight, exorcist, and jealous god now wants Elliot dead for "stealing" the most powerful demon in existence.. Stuck with a one-in-a-million system dungeon and a devilish Demon husband, Elliott's life is constantly on the brink of disaster...
But when Elliot starts uncovering secrets about the contract, he realizes…

Did I really summon him by accident? Or… was Azrael waiting for me all along?

One way or another, Elliott’s unlucky life becomes worse. An impending doom threatens the existence of the human and mortal worlds.

And as if that wasn’t enough, he’s also stuck with a Demon for a husband. 

But maybe, just maybe… being bound to a dangerously powerful Demon King isn’t the worst fate after all.

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Elliott, on the other hand, was falling apart.

He had completely forgotten why he had even come here in the first place.

At this moment, he didn't care about his original purpose.

There was only one thought running through his mind—

I need to get out of here before I do something reckless.

His mind was in total disarray. His only priority now was to get the hell out of this room before he did something reckless, something that would make him question himself even more.

Without wasting another second, he moved.

His feet hit the floor, and he ran—bolted—toward the door with everything he had.

But just as he was about to reach it, something pulled him back.

For a split second, he felt his body caught unto something.

He pulled forward with more force, ripping himself free, putting everything he had into that next running step—

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