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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 pre-wedding talk is more important than the wedding itself

"I don't see the brat today," Natha remarked as we ate our lunch, and the corner of my mouth made an instantaneous dive. 

"Jade went out again after talking with Ignis, I don't know where it is."

Natha raised his brow and leaned on the table, reaching out to stroke my cheek lightly. There was a teasing smile on his lips as he addressed my curt reply. "What is this? Is my sweetheart lonely because his baby bird doesn't latch on anymore?"

I pursed my lips and stuffed my mouth with the citrus salad, letting the tanginess spread to accompany the sourness in my heart. I knew that sometimes I would leave the little bird by itself when I was doing, umm, adulting with Natha, so perhaps I had no right to grumble when Jade had fun with its new friend and only came to me for snacks.