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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

Being greedy is not always just about wealth

"Tadaa!" 

Copying Jade, I showed off my new earrings to the one who gifted them, turning my head left and right.

"How is it?" 

Natha approached me with a slight frown. "You wear them right away?"

"Of course! You provided me with these excellent healers after all," I shrugged and tilted my head. "So? How is it?"

"Mm," he carefully caressed my ear, intentionally avoiding the earring itself. "You look good with anything."

"How boring..."

He chuckled and moved his fingers to my cheek. "But it's true. They look good; I don't think they'll obstruct your look during the wedding too."

I giggled and then his expression turned serious again. "Did it hurt?"

"No!" I told him again. "They're professional, don't worry," I patted the worrywart Demon Lord. Even the one who pierced my ears used to be a professional.