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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 mother’s sacrifice is always present in any life form

The feeling was more or less akin to passing through a portal. Well, perhaps because it was a portal.

We stepped into what looked like a...lobby? Yes; a lobby, or a lounge. A small room with two doors on the opposite wall, fitted with comfortable-looking chairs and tables. The room was circular, as if following the contour of a tree, although the size was nothing as wide as Alzeriya's circumference.

"The left one leads to the artifact room, and the right one is for the documents," the scribe explained, and we automatically steered to the right.

There was another seal on the door, and while the scribe was working on unsealing it, Amarein told me more about the place. "This is not the only place accessible from Alzeriya's gate," she told me. "Depending on the incantation, the door will bring us to different rooms."

"Oh? How fascinating!"