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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 know bride received gift too??

"Huh?" I blinked stupidly at the drows. "But I didn't--"

"Yes, Young Master--why didn't you?" the drow who made Jade's necklace asked me with a teasing smile. "You ordered something from us for the first time, but none of it is for you."

I scratched my cheek awkwardly. "Umm--well...I don't really need anything, though..."

They chuckled in response--not in mockery, but amusement. "For someone who will become the spouse for the Lord of Greed, Young Master doesn't seem very greedy," they said.

Ugh--whether here or there, they all always said the same thing.

"Can you only order something that you need?"

"Well..."

"What about something that you want?"

I pointed at the stuff my companions just received. "Those are the things I want--"

"For yourself, Young Master."

"But they are mine? My children?"

"For your own use, then."