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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

Battle of morals always ended up in guilty conscience

The reason why I was in this stressful predicament was basically due to that trait of his—his ability to sense thought. So my instinct as a human being seeking survival was to find out how I could bypass that system next time.

Would that be possible? Who knew.

I just thought that if I could gain a better understanding of that ability, then perhaps I could find the backdoor.

Which was why I braced myself to open the door that had always stayed closed even during his visit.

Strangely enough, the room didn't feel stale or dusty, as if it was properly maintained on daily basis. But after closing the door and standing still in front of the entrance for a while to observe the room, I realized that there was perseverance and maintenance magic installed, much like the library.