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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

Counting your blessing is always better when you have a lot of it

"Was it a lie?" I asked later, after I got calmer. After we both got calmer.

He looked taken aback, as if I was about to accuse him of mortal sins, hands pausing in the air as he tried to fetch a warm robe for me. "What is?"

"That you..." I fiddled with the edge of my clothes, feeling embarrassed even as I asked it. "That you couldn't come with me today..."

Oh gosh--now I sounded like a spoiled man who felt petty because his boyfriend didn't accompany him for an outing. So mature, Val.

"No," he grabbed the robe from the drawer and draped it over me, as he looked me straight in the eyes. "I might not tell you everything, but I wouldn't lie to you."

"So...you're really in a conference?"

"Yes," he stroked my cheek slightly, before pulling me to my feet. "I was escaping the luncheon."

Ah, right. It was right at lunch break. I felt like I heard something about him wanting to take me to lunch before I cut him off and went inside the chamber.