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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+
Not enough ratings
498 Chs

Do men become more romantic after marriage?

Aina came bursting into the garden while we were digesting our breakfast by walking around the garden and watching Jade talk to the other birds and bugs and picking some flowers for me.

"My newlywed bosses!" she came looking all cute and ready for a day out instead of her usual baggy mechanic jumpsuit.

"She's been in her bestest mood ever since you gave her that liquid elemental mana concentrate," Zarfa told me when I looked at the girl with raised brows.

"Good," Natha said behind the Human Realm's newspaper he asked the butler earlier. "Happy inventor means there will be a good invention soon."

"Hehe--see me coming up with a flat cell phone next time!" she patted her chest confidently, and I clapped my hands in excitement.

Nice! Very nice! Give me my phone, girl!