The academy morning felt wrong.
Too quiet.
Too still. 😶🌫️
Inside the grand library, Mimi and Drago moved between towering shelves stacked with ancient grimoires and glowing demon texts 📚✨. Mimi pressed a finger to her lips, her tail swaying slowly.
"Drago… something feels wrong." 🐉❓
Drago nodded, eyes sharp.
"Yeah. Aren isn't causing trouble today."
Mimi blinked.
"…He never causes trouble on purpose."
Drago frowned.
"That's exactly why it's suspicious." 😐
Outside the Library 🏛️
Aren sat alone against a stone pillar, sunlight cutting across the courtyard ☀️.
He was reading the book Mimi chose.
His body told a brutal story:
• Chest wrapped 🩹
• Arms bandaged
• Ribs cracked
• Bruises everywhere
Still healing.
Still reading.
Because Mimi told him to.
And he always listened. 📖
Then—
Footsteps.
Many of them.
Too many. 👣👣👣
Aren's heartbeat spiked.
Not fear.
Not panic.
The curse reacted. ⚠️
His chest tightened.
Breath grew shallow.
Seventy-five shadows surrounded him like wolves 🐺.
At the front—
🔥 Ember Vaelfire
Beautiful. Proud. Furious.
Beside her—
🖤 Kosu Blackheart
Cruel smile. Unstable eyes.
Kosu laughed and pointed.
"There he is. Mimi's stray dog." 😈
Ember sneered.
"She needs a real man. Not a broken one." 💔
Aren slowly closed his book.
"…Move."
Kosu laughed louder.
"Oh? He talks now. Cute." 😂
They stepped closer.
Aren's pulse hammered.
His injuries screamed.
He couldn't fight properly.
But he could survive.
Fifty Minutes of Hell ⏳💥
The first bully charged.
Aren grabbed his leg—
CRACK 💀
—and slammed him into the wall.
Blood sprayed. 🩸
The rest froze—
then roared.
They attacked together.
Bandages tore.
Wounds reopened.
Blood soaked cloth.
But Aren didn't stop.
He couldn't.
Elbows. Knees. Headbutts.
Broken arms. Thrown bodies.
Barely dodging. Barely standing.
He fought like a dying tiger 🐅🔥.
⏱️ Fifty minutes passed.
When the message reached Mimi—
"AREN IS FIGHTING 75 PEOPLE!!"
—she ran so fast the carpet burned beneath her feet 💨🔥.
Drago followed, teeth clenched.
The Seven Deadly Sin heirs rushed too, expecting blood.
They reached the courtyard—
And froze. ❄️
Aren stood shirtless in the center.
Covered in blood.
Barely breathing.
Muscles trembling.
Around him—
Seventy-six bodies lay broken.
Ember unconscious.
Kosu shattered.
Everyone else groaning.
Mimi dropped the book she was holding.
"Aren… AREN!!" 😱
She ran to him.
He didn't look at her.
He stared at something in his hand.
📘 The book she gave him.
Protected. Untouched.
Pressed tightly to his chest.
His voice came weak—but steady.
"I… saved the book… you gave." 💔📖
Mimi's eyes filled with tears.
He wasn't protecting himself.
He was protecting her gift.
She caught him as he collapsed.
Not defeated.
Just… tired. 😔
Mimi's Declaration 📌🔥
That evening, Mimi stood before the academy bulletin board.
Hands trembling.
Eyes burning. 🔥
She pinned a message for everyone to see:
"TOUCH AREN = TOUCH MIMI."
— Mimi Demonheart 🩸👑
The academy exploded.
Whispers everywhere.
Deadly Sin heirs silent.
Kosu fainted again. 💀
For two weeks—
❌ No bullies
❌ No threats
❌ No fights
And Mimi never left Aren's side.
Every meal 🍽️
Every class 🏫
Every walk 🚶♂️
Protecting him…
And slowly—
Falling for him. ❤️
One Month Later 🌙
Aren healed.
Mimi smiled more. 😊
Drago finally relaxed.
The trio had become something real.
A bond.
A team. 🤝
The academy learned one truth:
Aren was no longer alone.
And anyone who touched him…
Would face Mimi's wrath. 🔥👿
The Demon King's Court 👑🔥
The palace felt heavy.
Guards bowed.
Maids avoided eye contact.
Whispers echoed through marble halls.
Everyone knew why.
Ember had come to complain.
And Mimi was already there.
Ember's Accusation 🔥
Ember stood tall in crimson silk.
"He is my fiancé!"
"Our marriage was arranged long ago!"
She pointed at Mimi.
"He's running around with HER!"
Gasps echoed. 😨
Behind Mimi, Aren stood quietly.
Still bandaged.
Reading.
Not looking up.
Mimi did.
Slowly.
Calmly.
Dangerously. 😌⚔️
Mimi Speaks 🩸👑
Mimi stepped closer until their faces nearly touched.
She smiled sweetly.
"Are you done talking?" 😊
Ember faltered.
"Good," Mimi said. "Now it's my turn."
The hall went silent.
"Have you visited Aren at the academy?"
"No—"
"Protected him from bullies?"
"No—"
"Stayed beside him while he healed?"
Ember swallowed.
Mimi leaned in.
"Because I have." 🔥
Aren flipped a page.
Drago facepalmed. 🤦♂️
Aren Speaks 📖
Mimi pointed sharply.
"You insult Aren again, you insult me."
The hall trembled.
Then—
Aren closed his book.
Stood.
Walked to Mimi.
Placed a hand gently on her shoulder.
GASP.
He spoke calmly.
"I finished the book."
"…Also, Ember smells." 😐
Mimi blushed. 😳
Ember shattered. 💔
Aren added:
"Don't insult my friend."
Friend.
Mimi smiled anyway. ❤️
Ember ran out crying.
The Demon King's Warning 👑
The Demon King descended and placed a heavy hand on Aren.
"Don't break my daughter's heart."
Aren replied evenly:
"I will protect her life. That is enough."
The Demon King laughed. 😄
"You sound exactly like me when I was young."
The Demon Queen smiled.
"I approve." 💫
Mimi's tail flicked happily. 🐉💕
Dinner with the King 🍽️🔥
Hellfire stew.
Phoenix egg soup.
Screaming dessert. 😱🍰
Aren ate calmly.
The Demon King observed.
"He eats like me."
The Demon Queen nodded.
"And ignores everyone like you."
Mimi hid her face. 😳
The Final Question ⚔️🌍
"If war comes because of Mimi…"
"Will you protect her even if the world becomes your enemy?"
Aren answered instantly:
"Yes."
The Demon King leaned back.
"Good."
Afterward 🌙
Outside the palace, Hawk wiped sweat.
"You survived dinner with the Demon King…" 😮💨
Aren looked at the moon.
"She deserves protection."
Hawk smiled softly.
And far beyond the palace walls—
The paths of war, love, and destiny began to twist together. 🔥❤️🌍