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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 spoiled and being sheltered are different things

The first thing I did when I met Natha for luncheon was ask him about the Lust situation.

"Nat! Is it true that Aleena is now--haa..." I paused to breathe because I was running to meet him halfway in the garden. 

"Calm down, take a breath," he patted my back. "Why are you running?" he asked me first, before glancing at my back and repeated. "Why are you running? It's dangerous."

I heard the clunk of the guards' armor as they straightened their backs in dread. I grasped his sleeve and grinned sheepishly. "Because I want to see you quickly," I told him before he glared at my attendants more. "Anyway, the Lord! Is Aleena the Lord now?"

"So Zidoa told you?" Natha smiled and took my hand to lead me toward the greenhouse where we would have our lunch.