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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 didn't ask for this weird big sister

 

"Now, Honey, let's go have some tea with my friends," she said with a very nice smile, pulling me gently but insistently after we were done bidding goodbye to Natha who had to meet with the important people of this city.

It wasn't like I had anything to do, so I just let her bring me further into the mansion. "Ah, the one who lived here too?" 

 

"Uh-huh," she replied with a small chuckle, and I could hear Arta let out a sigh behind me, which got me even more curious.

Who exactly were these people? It seemed like Natha used to visit them in the past, but for what purposes? Business?