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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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Being a Demon Lord’s proud partner means you need to have a mean strut

With the way our conversation went, we naturally headed to the library. It was in a rather central part of the castle, so we had to go through a busy corridor for it, unlike the time Natha took me to the garden.

I already knew I would have to go through other demons today, and had prepared myself for that. But being rarely in a work-related environment, I underestimated the amount of traffic after breakfast. It was when workers moved about, sending documents and preparing for public services, so there were a lot of them.

The path from Natha's private quarters was generally empty, saved for the servants, since no one would casually walk around the Lord's living space just like that. But after climbing down the stairs, and reaching the sections where the realm's administrators—or, to put it simply, the government officials—worked, the number of demons in sight was increasing.