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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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Equality is key to furthering a healthy relationship

In the end, the druid went back to the mansion after Natha told Panne and the guards to take care of her. It was also his way of saying he wanted to be left alone with me.

Jade was sulking, but I promised the bird I'd play with them tomorrow, so Ignis dragged the bird somewhere else, probably looking for babysitter Lesta. I bid them goodbye as Natha took my hand through the garden once again.

It was weird; I had just came from this garden before, but it felt different walking with him, hand in hand. His skin was still very cold, a remnant of his own fear. So this time, I became the talkative one. I told him all about my 'dream', meeting Valmaier and Mother.

"...Mother," he muttered. "Is that how you all call her?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Ignis and Jade call her that too, but I know Sarterians call her Lady, just like you."

"She seemed nice,"