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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 was told that Mother knows best

"Is it true that something happened with the Goddess?"

She did not reply immediately. The rich green eyes that looked like the heart of the forest stared at me with a scrutinizing gaze. All I could do was stare back at her, waiting, until she replied with a brief "Yes."

My heartbeat stopped for a second, before fluctuating immediately--even though I knew this was just my astral body. "Can you tell m--"

"No," she put her finger across my lips. "That is not your role, my child. Not your tale," she said, eyes bore into the depth of my soul. "Knowing too much is never a good thing, because knowledge outside one's capacity is nothing but a burden."

"Then who--" I stopped just as soon as I blurted it out, because the answer was just right there at the top of my mind. "The Hero..."