Sure, she's cute--gorgeous, even--funny, and a bit of a nerd, but she's also the Witch-Queen. For heaven's sake she conquered the world with her legions of daemons and now rules it with an iron fist. And I'm just a lumberjack from what was once Tennessee. I'm just here to get her to come save our village from a rogue daemon. I'm into fungi and anime, not wealth and ruling the world. But after a chance encounter entwines our lives, she makes me her official boyfriend. Crazy, right? I'm starting to wonder if I love her. Or if she loves me.