دانلود رمان انگلیسی “معضل یک آرکدمون – چگونه به عروس جن خود عشق بورزیم” – جلد 15

“The time has come.” In the depths of Archdemon Palace, Zagan swung back his mantle and spoke with all the majesty of an Archdemon. His battle with the other dreadful Archdemons, Shere Khan and Bifrons, had come to an end after great difficulty. It was finally time. “We shall now draw up plans for Nephy’s birthday present!” Yes. Several days had passed since Zagan’s birthday celebration. Nephy’s birthday was quickly approaching now. There were over forty days until then, to be precise, but he still couldn’t afford to be negligent. Two men stood in the room. One was Zagan, unable to suppress the tremendous mana building up within him. The other was Archdemon Naberius, who wore a mask and had a large enough frame that Zagan had to look up at him. “You people…” Naberius said with a groan, his steely muscles quivering. “Haven’t you been using me too much like I’m at your beck and call?” Archdemon Naberius’s second name was Mystic Artisan. He was the only sorcerer of this age capable of forging mithril. He’d originally come to Zagan for help with saving Archdemon Furcas from the nightmare realm, but ever since, Zagan’s group had pushed all sorts of crafting requests onto him. Zagan shook his head in lament, then thrust out a finger with a snap. “How effeminate, Archdemon Naberius! Do you think I’m the type of man to cut corners when it comes to a present for my bride?!” “What’s wrong with being effeminate? I’m a maiden at heart,” Naberius protested, a single crimson eye trembling behind his mask. In all respects, his voice was deep and manly. “Is that so…? Sorry about that,” Zagan said.