The Crowned Matchmaking Sigil

Mizuno Makoto was checking party lineups when a summoning circle swallowed his desk, his notes, and his life in one blinding pull. He woke in a demon palace with a crown on the table, a court that expected blood, and a title he had never wanted. Makoto did not fight for a living. He built teams that came back alive, and that habit made him valuable in a place where every ally could become a weapon. The first thing he clung to was a thirty-copy doujinshi hidden in his pouch, because the pages matched the whispers around the throne. Then a girl who watched people like she was reading weather stepped too close, and the palace began to feel less like a prison and more like a trap laid around his...