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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 fantasy cheat key for someone who never swims in his life is...

"You have to remember the path, Jade," I told the little bird as we followed Doun deeper inside the forest. "I don't really have a spatial gift, you know."

Jade chirped energetically while hovering beside me. The bird was a bit sulky yesterday, perhaps to express its frustration with my prolonged stay in the Castle. But after I fed it with a lot of mana, and spent the night sleeping beside me on the pillow, Jade was back to being the energetic bird that it was.

And not just energetic, it also became clingy, way more than before.