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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

First love will always be messy, no matter how it ends

"Why is a bride so busy going here and there?" Zia puffed her cheek, still fuming as we strolled into the forest to visit Vrida.

Be it last night when I broke the news, at breakfast, and even as we had our morning stroll, Zia did not stop protesting. I let her be, though; it was nice hearing someone other than Natha show how much they wanted me to be around.

She also kept holding onto my sleeve, as if worried I might suddenly teleport somewhere without telling her. How cute. At this point, she felt more like a younger sister--even though she was technically older than me.

"Isn't a bride originally supposed to be busy, anyway?" I responded with a laugh, taking her hand as we went through a bit of a hike. "Preparing this and that, going around purchasing stuff--compared to them, I was just lounging around waiting for fitting and listening to all kinds of progress."