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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

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What the hell?!

So the key was in my hand the whole time?!

Well, it was in Natha's hand, to be exact, but still!

Instead of checking the magical puzzle scroll, I went to bury my face in my hands. "Oh, Mother! Thank Gods I didn't throw these all away!"

Thank the High Lord and Ladies I didn't succumb to my immature thought of getting rid of Valmeier's possessions just because I didn't feel any attachment to them!

"It's not like you know," Natha stroked my shoulder in consolation. "Even Valmeier had no idea. Actually, it's kind of a miracle that the bracelet did not fall before the war, considering he had fought way before that."

I raised my head and looked at his gentle smile. Grasping his face, I kissed him hard in gratitude. "Thank you! Thank you for retrieving the stuff from my lodge!"