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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 bride just want their groom and nothing else

"Why does our pretty Young Master look like this?" Arta squeezed my cheek the moment she saw me for our last fitting. "Where is the usual beautiful smile, mm?"

Do you know? It was easier to pretend like nothing happened and everything was alright in front of strangers. It was harder doing it, however, in front of people we knew well. Perhaps I just wanted to get pampered, but I couldn't manage to keep my face from souring in front of Arta.

You know what was even more ridiculous? I felt jealous.

I was jealous that Arta was able to see Natha, unlike me. 

I chewed the inside of my cheek and fiddled with the hem of my tunic while looking up at Arta carefully. "What is Natha...doing right now?"

Arta raised her brows and stretched her lips wider. "His Lordship?" she pinched my cheek lightly again and held my fiddling hand. "Shall I tell you what he's been doing while you changed then?"

"Mm..."