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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 don’t think I would fancy an eternal life

"A piece of our soul?"

My eyes widened when I heard the explanation about the mark of eternal as D'Ara brought me for a walk through the meadow on the valley after luncheon.

"Yes," she drew two circles with her mana in the air—one blue and one red—and I watched as a section of the circles that were facing each other twisted and elongated, forming lines.

The lines met in the middle, intertwining with each other, pulling onto each other; the blue lines crept into the red circle, and vice versa. They swirled around each other, seeping into each other's line, merging, until, in the end, both circles turned purple and connected.