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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 Day Out should always end in a laughter

"So, what kind of souvenir are you looking for?" Zarfa leaned closer as we rode the carriage through the town.

She held my arm tight and closed her eyes as if she still hadn't completely sober, but her voice was clear. She didn't seem to have a hangover this morning, but perhaps her energy was sapped during last night's party, so she was rather lethargic. 

Still, when I said she should just rest, she shook her head strongly and reminded me again and again, in a stern voice, that this was supposed to be our date.

She didn't even allow anyone to come with us. Not Fatia, not the Hero, not even Aina. Just me and her, along with my little companions.

"So?" she nudged me. 

"Hmm...For a start, Zia likes books, so I want to look for some romance novels for her," I tapped my lips in contemplation. "Oh, children's books for Jade too."