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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 lot of things in this world could be solve with a simple communication

What? 

I was surprised for a second, but quickly managed to control my expression--easy; just took the teacup and hid behind it as I mulled over this information. 

Hurt. What did she mean about hurting? I was surprised, but also...it kind of gave me more understanding of why Natha seemed rather dismissive about informing Nezja about the wedding, like he didn't care whether she knew it or not, or whether she would come or not.

I had thought it was only him being considerate of her circumstances, or perhaps it was just how people his age looked at such things. But it seemed like there was something more there.

It was weird though...