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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

I believe that practice makes perfect

I waited until the tea became cold, before taking Jade to look for Zia. It wasn't hard, really. There were only two places where she would be when she sulked; the library and her room.

So, there we were, knocking on her room. Zia wasn't answering, of course, so I employed the best weapon. "Zia? Zia~ Jade want to see Zia..."

We waited for a few seconds before a quiet voice told us that the door wasn't locked. When we entered the room, Zia was crouching on the armchair near her lit fireplace, hiding her face behind her knees.

Jade ran to the succubus and held Zia's legs. "Zia, Zia, Jade sorry!" the little boy said. "Jade don't know why, but Jade sorry that Zia upset..."

Oho--to think my little familiar would be willing to apologize without having to be explained that what he did might be upsetting to others...

You've grown, Jade.