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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

How often can you say that your family history is part of an important global event?

"What would you like to know?" Amarein asked first on our way back to the mansion.

This time, she was the one who held into my elbow, so it looked like I was escorting her on a morning walk. Rather fancy, except for the fact that I was still barefooted.

"Mm..." I muttered unsurely. It was the confusion of someone who didn't know anything about the subject at hand, so I had no idea where we should start from.

Fortunately, Amarein was a proper lady with a lot of experience in life. "Should we start with me?" she offered with a smile. "I should introduce myself properly to you since I'm going to be your teacher in the future, no?"

"Mm!" I nodded in agreement. 

She patted my arm and then started to tell her story as we strolled through the garden. "It might be confusing for you if I talked about lineage and whatnot, so I'll just tell you about my relationship with your grandmother,"

"Oh, did you live in the palace?"