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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 friend from another time in another world

Izzi's reaction, as well as the realization that I had just blown my own cover, ironically made me calmer.

"Ah..."

"'Ah'--my ass!" he suddenly stopped grasping his head and glared at me. "You--you..."

He pointed his finger at my face, the tip of it trembling. He opened his mouth and I waited to hear what he wanted to say, which didn't happen for a while.

"...yes?" I asked after waiting for ten seconds.

"How could you pretend you don't know anything about guns and lasers?!" he yelled. "You...you tricked me! You know about me, don't you?!"

Ah...

"Well, I mean...you made guns in a fantasy setting, so..." I shrugged. "It's easy to infer that you're not from here since I'm the same."

"And you decided to just pretend you don't know about it?!"