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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

All children are entitled to their freedom

"So...that's what happened," I ended the report about my decision to have the wedding in the spring. "And, umm...I want to do it here, in the Lair."

Angwi looked at me with her unchanging, expressionless face that sometimes made me wonder if she was actually one of the golems. It was such a rude thought, however, and I had told myself to stop thinking like that.

After all, the golem wouldn't walk toward me and patted my head for a full minute, caressing my hair gently. They wouldn't look at me with soft eyes, crouching in front of me, and held my hands.

Angwi didn't talk, as usual, but I had learned to read her eyes. She rubbed my ring and the rune circling the base of my finger, her lips stretched into a smile. She reached out and touched my chest, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm happy," I said. "I get to marry my first love, so I want to do it in my first home."

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