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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

Even in vacation, studying is a must

"Sweetheart, you may have to play on your own today," Natha whispered against my nape the next morning, while pulling me closer against his chest.

Still a bit dazed from waking up, I squirmed beneath the blanket and his arms, replying drowsily. "Are you going to take all the vassals today?"

"Mm," I felt his lips on the crook of my neck, which tickled me as he continued his explanation. "There's some situation further down the river."

Further down the river...

He didn't say anything again, but I kind of able to see where his mind go now. "Are you afraid I'm going to do something again and get lost in the river?"

His answer came in an apologetic chuckle that he followed by a rain of kisses on the side of my face. 

Right--so he was still wary of my impulsive tendency. He probably wouldn't ever let me do that until a druid teacher came to give me proper training. I prayed every day that a letter from Issa would manifest out of thin air.