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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

And then there was me

How...could he say that so calmly? nonchalantly?

I stared at the green eyes that looked like a serene pond. There was no ripple, there was no shift. It felt scary and sad at the same time.

"What..."

I tried to open my mouth to say something, but it felt like my throat got blocked by a lump of hot coal. As I just stared at him in baffle, he tilted his head and suddenly reached out to pat my head.

Huh? I blinked and raised my brow in confusion. "You looked distressed. Father used to do this to the kids in the church."

Uhh...I had no idea what to think about this, but his unexpected move made me burst out a laugh. I let out a sigh after, and looked at him with a wry smile. He still had an expressionless face, but I could tell his action was genuine. Perhaps this was what made the soldiers in his unit feel good about him; he just seemed like a clueless, naive child who got used by the kingdom unfairly.