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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 good day is a day where you can bask in your lover’s wealth

"Are you going to stay here?" I asked the Salamander after watching it melt rock for a while.

"Yes," Ignis replied while stomping the ground happily with its scorching hot paws. "I'm going to complete this as fast as possible!"

It was so rare to see the Salamander expressing its happiness openly through action and energetic responses. Ignis had been acting like a proudful juvenile trying to not indulge itself in what it considered a childish act, but in its own element, the Salamander forgot about all pretenses. I could easily picture Ignis happily swimming around the pool of melted rock once the place was done.

"Hmm..." recalling the volcano in its glorious state and the moment my body turned to fire, I suddenly thought about a certain impending schedule. "Perhaps I can have my lesson here later?"