When signing a contract with a demon, I thought I would surely end up in hell. But it smelled not of sulfur from the demon—rather expensive perfume. And the world I found myself in was nothing like the underworld. Welcome, baby—this is an selection! And that means it’s far worse than hell’s fiery pit: dragons, demons, and an entire serpentarium of brides for the heir—all of them endowed with magic and determined to win. Where can an ordinary nurse stand against them?
But the contract was signed in blood—so I’ll have to participate and win!