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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

Everyone needs to face their dark past...

"Huh...it's you?" the next day—or rather, the next evening—Natha's messenger came, and it was a familiar person, I mean, demon.

Wearing a robe and a human disguise, they had a male appearance, but I knew the demon form was genderless. But I'd just assume he was a male since he disguised as one. Anyway, he was the spy Natha planted in the kingdom, the one I chased and cornered to send my desperate letter to the Demon Lord.

I guessed Natha sent this one because I was more or less familiar with him?

He came after I finished my dinner, waiting on standby outside the balcony door with a luxurious box in his hands. He opened the box and politely showed me the content, which was an old-looking scroll protected by preservation magic.

I opened the scroll to glance at the content for a bit, just to see that it indeed contained the royal cultivation method. But I could peruse the content later since there was something more important right now.