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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 magical place for a magical deed

When I jumped off Vrida's back, I didn't say anything and immediately hugged the husband who had been away from me the entire afternoon.

Was it because of what we were going to attempt? I want to cling to him so much, and just these few hours already made me feel suffocated. All I wanted to do was bury my face in his chest and feel his cold temperature seeping into my heated skin. When I felt his hands on my head and back, I hugged him tighter, and let out a long, relieved sigh.

"Your aunt is still here," he whispered.

Ack! I pushed Natha away in reflex, although in hindsight, Amarein had seen me being clingy to Natha a lot, so there was no need to get flustered. Still, it was kind of embarrassing doing that in front of your older family member.

"Don't mind me," she chuckled and walked toward Vrida, who lowered her head in a greeting. "I had finished setting up the isolation barrier, so no one would be able to approach this spot."