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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

Honesty is the best policy, I guess?

"A confession?" Natha tilted his head and pulled away slightly.

His eyes were still calm, but also guarded--perhaps because of my serious tone. Natha stepped back slightly so there was a little space between us. His hand did not leave mine, however, carefully holding my fingers. 

"Alright, let's hear it." 

I felt my throat was drying and swallowed before starting my confession. "Umm...so, we go to the Lair with Vrida, right? And then, on the way, I was thinking of feeding Jade an energy ball so the little bird could turn into a child again,"

I paused to check his reaction, and just as I thought, Natha stiffened. The smile had disappeared from his lips, and the silver eyes turned sharp. Of course, someone as smart as him wouldn't need me to spell it out. He already knew what I had to do to acquire that energy ball.