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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

Grandmas always know how to one-upped you

"Judging by your face, it seems like your endeavor went well," Amarein said as we climbed down the steps on the side of the waterfall.

My heart skipped a bit just then, which made me reply with an awkward smile while scratching my neck. I didn't tell her anything about going to the Human Realm--much less about Tsalinade. I had no idea how a druid would react to the magician if even I got that angry back then.

Later, once I received my 'payment', I would tell her. I would tell her, the chiefs, everyone. But for now...I felt like it would be better for me to keep it a secret. I didn't want to give them unnecessary anger or hope.

"Why are you looking flustered?" she narrowed her eyes, and I averted her eyes like the bad actor that I was. Where was all the composure I held when I was facing Tsalinade?!

But then, she chuckled and pinched my cheek lightly. "I get it, the wedding business is complicated."