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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

Girls get closer through gossips

"Can I ask something?"

"You can," I shrugged. "Me answering is another matter, though."

He laughed and leaned back on his arm, forgoing the 'proper' Hero posture. Closing his eyes and tilting his face up to receive the sunlight, he looked like any other young, carefree man out there whose biggest problem was where they would work after graduating college.

Ah, this guy also came here before he could taste college life, huh?

Not that I had any experience with that.

Despite his seemingly nonchalant look right now, his question was heavier. "Did you hate me?"

Huh. That came out of nowhere. Or perhaps not? I wonder if he still felt guilty about Valmeier. "Why do you think so?"

"Hmm...your gaze," he opened his eyes and smiled wryly. "It was cold--at least last night."

"Wouldn't you be cold when someone infiltrates your home?" Ignis quipped from my shoulder, scoffing when the Hero just chuckled quietly in return.