When her adoptive father was kidnapped, Evelyn thought of nothing better than to sign a search contract with the most unbearable dragon among all existing worlds. But the only magical blank form in the tavern at that moment was a marriage contract.
“Afterward, I’ll divorce him!” she said lightly.
“After I bring my precious inventor back to my father, I’ll ask as a reward for you to gift me this girl!” he smirked, putting down his big, bold signature.
If only they knew how much both of them were wrong…