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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

Girlies shouldn't spill tea out of nowhere!

"Give me your hand," I grabbed Zarfa's hand on our way back to the edge of the corrupted land, sending my mana into her system. "Why are you recklessly going inside this place when you're just a regular person?"

"Huh? What are you doing? Are you healing me?" she blinked while swinging our hands together. "Oh, wow...it's like someone pouring mint inside. What did you do? What did you do?"

She looked at me with sparkling curious eyes while jumping like a kid who had too much sugar in their system. Was I invigorating her too much?

"I sent my mana to boost the work of your cells," I told her. "They need to work hard to eliminate the polluted mana your body ingested."

"Ooh...so you can heal too..."

"I'm a priest and a druid. Healing is like...a basic skill, isn't it?"

"That's true," she giggled, and even though I no longer needed to heal her, she still held onto my hand all the way to where the Regent and the others were.