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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 know I’ll be bad at politics because I hate complicated things

"It's called Lu'ann Hadd," Natha told me as we walked out of the cabin.

The ship was finally stabilized after gaining the right altitude, and now cruising through the air to the Northeast. According to Natha, we would arrive at our first destination tomorrow morning, at the nearest big city to L'Anaak Eed.

"We'll park right outside the city and ride to the surrounding territory in the carriage. And then we'll spend the night in the manor of the city's mayor," Natha explained the itinerary. "There will be a hearing session the next day, and then we set off again."

"Looks...packed?"

"Well, we only have a month to tour the whole territory," Natha stroked the back of my head as he added; "You don't have to follow me around. Lu'ann is a pretty nice place, so you can tour the place with Arta instead."