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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 loving family back home is what an expat needs

In a swift motion, Izzi snatched the letter off my hand. It was so sudden that me and Zia ended up looking at him in surprise.

"I...I'm sorry, it's just...reflex..."

Izzi pressed his lips, and I could see his hands actually trembling. "It's fine," I exhaled slowly and smiled. "You can read it privately if you want."

"I..." he looked at me and Zia, seemingly struggling with his decision. Perhaps he was worried we would take it the wrong way if he went away.

"Really, it's fine," I convinced him, and Zia shrugged in support.

"I..." he swallowed. "G-give me a minute!"

He almost yelled the last words as he ran back to his lab--not even his bedroom. I exchanged gazes with Zia, and the same wry smile came on our lips. Well...it wasn't hard to understand his feelings and worry, and we were sure it would be way more than a minute. We moved to the couch then; Zia played with the confused Jade while I took out the other, more luxurious envelope.