The price of saving Jaspera and insulting Vandjer turned out to be high— the demon caught me in an alley and, depriving me of my power with magic, cut off my wings as revenge. He left me to die in the street. If it hadn’t been for Bastian, who knows how it would have ended…
Now I’m not the goddess of chaos, but Delin Storm, an acolyte of the Higher School of Darkness and the fiancée of the fiery king who lost his crown. With me, the surrounding world has changed too. From now on, it’s ruled by a dark god. And that means only one thing— there is no place for me or magic in this world.
To make matters worse, Achorion has not just a sword that can kill me, but also an artifact capable of stripping me of my power. Still, I’ll handle even that… After all, the daughter of death and chaos always gets what she wants.