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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

Everyday we sip on a spilled tea and learn new things

[It's Nightmare!]

"Nat!"

I waved at the group of demons walking through the hallway as I went back from the research tower. Zia said she wanted to visit the library, so I bid her goodbye--and Jade jumped onto her shoulder--before approaching the group that was stopping at my call.

Natha smiled and reached out his hand, which I took delightfully. He kissed it, like a charming prince, and made me giggle slightly, before remembering there were other people there.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, but did not pull my hand away, because Natha told me I should get used to it. "Umm, where are you going?"

"The warehouse," Natha took my hand and we started to walk again. "Would you like to come with me? We're sorting out the stuff we will bring to Gluttony."