by Scorin
I got shot in NYC… and reincarnated as the Demon King’s daughter. Which sounds cool until you realize the Demon King is terrifying, his castle is basically a weapon, and demon nobles smile the way sharks do. Now I’m ten years old in the Demon Kingdom, and I have a “miracle” power called Umbral Grace—I can heal demons. Bones, burns, even nasty holy poison. The only problem? Demons aren’t supposed to heal, so everyone either wants to worship me, marry me, or quietly lock me in a vault “for safety.” Meanwhile, the Holy Kingdom heard rumors about the “Demon-Saint” and started summoning disposable heroes to kidnap me… because apparently I’m evil incarnate. (I’m literally just trying to nap and not get adopted by war crimes.) Luckily, my brothers are ridiculously protective, and my dad has exactly one parenting setting: overkill. He says not even a goddess will take his miracle away. I wanted a fantasy life. I didn’t ask to become an international incident.
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