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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

Again, a relationship between two people does not need consent from a third party

On the other side of L'Anaak Edd, two towers were looming over the western district. One of them was the magic tower where the magician, alchemist, and formation masters did their work. 

The other tower was a building that had been there for as long as the residents remembered. That building was where the Council of Elders was.

That was where Natha went this morning without even having his breakfast. 

I guessed it was a play of some sort; sending him a summon at the break of dawn before he could properly gather himself or have a bite. At least he took a coffee while he got ready. 

Of course, as the Lord, he could just ignore the summon. But doing that would mean he challenged the Council, and...well, that would be a whole another headache.