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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

Children have a way to pierce your heart with simple thoughts

I almost spat out my goma, but she looked at me with clear, large black eyes; curious and innocent. I could tell there was no malice contained in that question, so I decided to answer it truthfully.

"Yes, I am."

I waited for her reaction. While adults had enough sense to hide their true feelings and pretend to be nice, children were usually more honest. Their reaction would mirror what the adult taught or showed them.

"Oh!" she suddenly straightened her back, and stared at me even more keenly, eyes blinking and wide. "If you're a human...that means you're the Lord's bride?"

Hmm...was it possible to feel bashful and anxious at the same time? Yes, yes it was. "That's right," I replied briefly.

She paused and kept staring at me, before exclaiming. "Wow!" and then shifted her attention back to her goma.

What...that's it? Well...this is awkward for my anxiety.