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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

Druids might be stricter in contracts than demons

Speaking to animals wasn't a hard thing to do--it was an innate ability of the druid to understand nature. Especially for me, who had royal blood.

But 'conversing' wasn't just about speaking to those animals. I had to converse with the objective of understanding their habit, their way of life, their movement, their psyche...

This was done so I wouldn't get culture-shocked during fusion and swept away by the animals' consciousness. Of course, normally, understanding that kind of thing would need a lot of time; but with Mother's blessing on the druid, we could converse through our souls and exchange minds, easily deepening our understanding with each other.

Another thing that I needed to converse about was consent. This wasn't just done by asking if they were willing to do it, but I had to explain what it really meant. What the process would be like, what the risk was, the whole thing. You know--like laying in terms and conditions.