“The moment you stepped into this shop, I knew exactly who you were. Not because of your name. Because your soul carried the royal bond.”
I stared at him.
“Then... you knew all this would happen?”
He shook his head.
“No. I only knew you had already found the soul destined for yours. Everything afterward belonged to the choices both of you made.”
Something about the way he said it made my chest tighten.
“What happened to you?” I asked quietly.
For the first time since we arrived, genuine regret crossed his face.
“My gift became my arrogance.” His voice grew softer. “I believed seeing the future made me wiser than everyone else. Even wiser than my own mate.”
Nobody interrupted.
“She begged me to abandon forbidden royal magic. I refused.”
He closed his eyes briefly.
“My arrogance destroyed the only soul ever meant for mine.”
The entire shop fell silent.
“The royal family stripped me of my title, sealed my magic, and banished me from Hell.”
He lowered his head toward my demon.
“They were right to do so.”
An absolute silence surrounded us. Then the old man burst into tears again. One cult member collapsed against the bookshelf sobbing: “WE’RE GOING HOME.”
Another started hysterically hugging candles.
Nina stared blankly. “…This is the weirdest moment of my life.”
The younger brother blinked a little too quickly despite pretending otherwise.
Meanwhile, the oldest cult member approached my demon again. Then, unexpectedly, addressed me instead.
“You gave us back our world.”
The words hit me strangely hard. Because all I did was: buy 12 candles, summon a demon, fall in love, and accidentally change multiple dimensions apparently.
The cult members were still crying dramatically around the shop when my mother crossed her arms and looked directly at the demon parents.
“So let me understand this correctly.”
“The actual demon marriage thing happens in Hell.”
His mother nodded calmly. “The mating ceremony is sacred.”
“And humans cannot attend.”
Then the father answered simply:
