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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

Come to the Lair, we have free real estate for everyone!

"Whoaa..." I stared at the messenger bird in awe, even after it dispersed and turned into a letter.

That was the skill I wanted to learn from the druid. It was a homing message, so it could find the recipient wherever that person was. It also didn't have to be in the shape of a bird; it could be in any shape of animals, including the four-legged one, or even those without legs and aquatic creatures. But the bird was more popular because it could traverse the distance faster--there were fewer obstacles in the sky after all.

And good thing Amarein chose a flying shape, since it came right when we were riding Vrida. As the wyvern flew toward the cliffside, I opened the letter eagerly. It was written in beautiful penmanship and common human language.

Ah...I should hurry and learn the language used in the realm of nature too!