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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

Cultural differences are never a valid reason for rotten attitudes

"You're not... disappointed in me? Truly?" I asked once everyone retreated from the bedroom--including Jade, who followed Zia because it was scared of Natha.

I knew I sounded really pathetic and whiny, but I really really needed some validation right now. Perhaps because my heart was so tired and stressed from the confusion with my grandmother and then this whole evening debacle with the Lord of Lust.

Thankfully, Natha was as accommodating as ever. "Truly," he took off his coat--something different than the matching outfit I couldn't wear today--and draped it on me. It was then that I realized I was still in my nightwear. "If anything, sweetheart, I should have been disappointed in this place's security,"

"Oh, please don't blame the guards," I grabbed his arms hurriedly. "I'm sure they think it was you. I almost think it was you at the start."