Feather Dela Torre, an architect, a freelance landscape artist and a busy New Yorker, was flabbergasted by the news of winning a superb and grandiose manor that was given away for free by an infamous widow in England. She is ecstatic knowing that she is going to fly in the Land of King's and Princes. The idea of owning the manor is a blessing in disguise for her to get her life back on track. And how well can she manages her life, a manor, and a green-eyed competitor that just appear from somewhere that annoys her a lot?
Waking up in the body of a Romani Archiman is acceptable. Getting 3rd and 1st True Magics is nice. Getting Beasts as pets - delightful. The world of DxD is unforgivable. It's a world where some teenagers who aren't even two decades old somehow mystically defeat the descendants of legendary heroes, ancient demons, powerful dragons, etc. Why does this happen? Simply because! Simply put, this world only makes sense because it doesn't. And now, I have to put up with the fact that I live here. Such pain. (DxDxMulti)