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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

Communication is the key for any kind of relationship

At the end of the forest path leading to a nice viewing spot on the other side of the lake, I saw Arta sitting crossed legs on top of a boulder; my wedding journal on her lap.

I stopped behind the line of trees, contemplating how to approach her, but Jade had already flown toward Arta before I could prevent it. The little bird chirped lightly and landed on Arta's shoulder, touching the demon's cheek.

Arta turned to look at me, smiling as usual even though I could see her swollen eyes. "Does Lesta ask you to talk to me, Young Master?"

I almost hiccuped from being found out so swiftly, and she chuckled slightly while scooping Jade off her shoulder--this time, the little bird pliantly left itself to be held. "This is not your usual walking route," she added.

Well, I guessed it was too obvious. Jade being so soft and agreeable also contributed to that, I presumed.