webnovel

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+
Not enough ratings
498 Chs

Having wealth is only good if we have life to enjoy it

"You seemed excited," Eruha greeted us as we were discussing about how much we could sell this tool for, and how much it might net us.

"Talking about money is always exciting," I turned around and grinned, welcoming my teacher I hadn't met for two weeks except during breakfast. 

He actually offered me a break until New Year, but I got bored with nothing to do but playing with Jade and Ignis, or reading book. And while there were still a lot of book for me to read--especially because I started to read the one written in demon language--I also had a lot of questions regarding what I wrote. So I asked if it was alright for us to start the lesson again.

And here he was. He took one glance toward the craving tools and made a nod. "Give them realistic numbers," he told Lesta, who rolled his eyes in response but said nothing.

What? They fought again? Ah, whatever--I didn't want them to argue so I left Lesta with Izzi and approached Eruha in the couch.