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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

Don’t let yourself be probed when you’re in the middle of probing

So, with the bait taken, the elf finally agreed to work there, for me. Not that he had much choice in the first place.

I had wondered why this floor had a living space when it was supposed to be research chambers, but it seemed to be prepared by Natha for this exact situation.

"You can't go out anyway, so just stay here and work on something until winter," the Lord decreed, and the elf was only slightly grumbling this time while signing his new contract--or rather...a debt waiver.

The name signed in the contract was Eziliebrien...or something, and obviously, he didn't put down his tribe's name since he was exiled anyway. But he insisted to be called Izzi and nothing else, so despite tradition and whatnot, we would call him that. 

I kind of feel like he probably got exiled for more reason than creating a blasphemous weapon.