Grey looked at the Grimoire and couldn't help but recall a certain slang from Earth, simple, popular, and brutally honest:
Simp.
A being who chases after love without restraint, doing everything possible to win affection, all while refusing to acknowledge the truth, that they're little more than a nuisance to the one they adore, and may never receive anything in return.
It might seem romantic on the surface, but in truth, it was nothing more than foolishness, a willful blindness born from love, clinging to fantasy while ignoring reality.
'To think even Grimoires could be simps…' Grey found the idea oddly entertaining. He couldn't hide the smirk tugging at his lips.
The very thought of it felt both foreign and hilarious.
"Human, as long as you can save me, I'm willing to be tamed by you," the Succubus Grimoire said anxiously.
