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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 you think magical world wouldn't have Chernobyl

"What happened, my Lord?"

The vassals climbed to the ship's deck when they realized Natha was going to the quartermaster and the ship ended up stopping, hovering close to the storm cloud. The airship was supposed to either go through the storm or go around it, so of course, this was perplexing for them.

"Val is sensing something," Natha replied briefly.

He was standing behind me, hands never left my shoulder as I observed the dark cloud ahead. I clutched Jade in my hands, who, just like me, was squirming uncomfortably. The four vassals, including Opti who joined us after Lu'ann, stopped behind Natha.

"In that storm?" Lesta asked, confusion palpable in his voice. I bet the others were confused too, for so was I.

"Jade," I whispered to the fidgeting little bird, who replied with a weak exclaim in my head.

[Stink!]

"The cloud?"

[Dirty cotton! Air too! Air stink! Wind stink too!]