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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 doubt a world that let kids go to war would have pshyciatrist

"Why? I thought it was a pretty legitimate question,"

I threw my confusion to the people on the research floor, which had become kind of our meeting point now, rather than the library. Why? Because we could bring food without getting side-eyed by the Master Librarian. Lesta also liked it because he could sleep here, although Eruha didn't care much--but the vampire did appreciate the possibility of sipping his tea while teaching me.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. I couldn't fathom why those lust demons looked at me as if I wasn't right in the head. Granted, I never saw this Lord of Lust who was supposedly the best-looking demon there was, but still...

"Natha is very handsome," I muttered in slight annoyance. It felt like they were judging my taste by that reaction, and I had a mind to criticize Zia later; how dare she talked about true love and whatnot with those judging eyes.