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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

Adventure is the romance of a fantasy world

"Everything's ready?" Natha asked me once again, and once again, I went through a mental note listing all of my luggage.

The most important thing, the inter-realm communication orb, was safe inside my storage ring, so all is well. I nodded and Natha stroked my head once before stepping back.

Huh...

I looked at him while blinking; form in attention. I was ready for another dose of nagging like he did before I went to the Human Realm, but surprisingly, Natha said nothing.

Which made me more confused than relieved.

"What?" he asked.

"You're not going to nag me?"

He raised his brow and looked at me wordlessly for a few seconds before chuckling. "Nah," he pinched my cheek lightly. "Those druids are even stricter than me--especially regarding your well-being."

Oh...he was right about that.