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The Demon Lord’s Bride (BL)

Getting transmigrated inside a novel is not really a bad thing—you know the story, you have the power of the future in your hand, you know all the hidden keys. You might as well end up as the most powerful and omniscient being in that world. That is, if you don’t wake up during the epilogue. And yet I find myself in the body of a fallen priest at the end of the novel, a tragic hero who had his mana circuit broken in the last war, being shunned, drown in debt, and destined to die not long after. Fortunately, I know just the cure. Unfortunately, the cure was in the hand of one of the Demon Lords—you know, the race that my kingdom just wage war with. Would he give me the cure if I asked him politely? There’s no harm in trying, right? I’d die if I didn’t get the cure, anyway. “Sure, but you have to be my bride as the price,” the Demon Lord said. ...huh? Sir, you know I’m (technically) a priest, right?

Aerlev · LGBT+
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498 Chs

A boost in confidence sometime comes from the strangest place

I was so forgetting that the banquet was actually held for three nights.

The first night was a kind of opening gala, when the high society came to give their greetings. The second night was some kind of cultural exchange night, and the last night would be a prelude to 'going away' where the Lord would announce the start of the annual inspection journey.

During the second night, representatives from the citizen of the realms, as well as foreign delegations, would start to attend. There would be a cultural show, from singing to traditional dancing, as well as the spread of culinary from every corner of the realm--I guessed this was why most of the foreign delegations came in this day.