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"My Lord! Should we open the dungeon now?" the butler asked, bowing respectfully.
At the heart of the throne room stood Myra Felicy Cruz-an 18-year-old girl with fluffy pink hair, moon-shaped eyes that curled when she smiled, and cheeks puffed like a squirrel. Black wings stretched behind her, tiny red horns peeked through her curls, and a slender tail tipped with a heart-shaped arrow swayed gently. She wasn't just adorable-she was a devil.
And more than that, she was the Dungeon Owner-the one who ruled the tower and kept the world from collapsing into chaos.
"No, no. Not now. I have school to attend," Myra said with a grin, spinning on her heels before vanishing in a blur of lace and shadow.
In the human world, she kept her identity hidden behind the mask of a cute nerdy, unassuming student. But that carefully constructed lie began to crumble when three men-each with secrets of their own-discovered who she truly was.
"Hmph. Princess, I didn't expect you to be someone this... powerful," said the silver-haired crown prince, smirking.
"Felicy! I'm your childhood friend-why didn't you tell me?!" Arthur pouted. He wasn't just any childhood friend-he was the heir to one of the most dangerous underground mafia empires.
"So this is your little secret," muttered the demon teacher she thought despised her.
Now that her truth is exposed, what will Myra do-especially when she doesn't even have a soul to begin with?