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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

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Jade was the one who opened the balcony door, looking at Heraz in fascination. I usually received him alone or with Natha, so Jade rarely met the shapeshifter.

[Master, this one like the fake child!] Jade let out a sharp, low chirp in its attempt to whisper. I had to press my lips on the way Jade referred to Opti, because I didn't want Heraz to think I was laughing at him.

Anyway, how sharp, Jade. Heraz should be Opti's relative if I recall correctly.

"Is it the Hero?" I asked before as he shifted inside and got on his knee as usual, and he simply nodded--because what else would it be about. "Have they reached the island?"

"Yes, Young Master."

Hmm...that was fast. They must have been in a hurry. Indeed, winter would worsen the mana corruption, so they must have wanted to solve it before then. It would be almost autumn in the human realm, and I guess they didn't want to spend the winter with corrupted mana around their land.