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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

If the stars can give me courage

I jokingly said that I might not mind just living in the greenhouse, and the next thing I knew, Natha had arranged for our whole day to be spent there.

He ordered the servants to bring our meals there, even the afternoon tea. I spent some time listening to short lectures from the gardeners about all of the plants there, and for all I knew, Natha made a plan with the castle staff to put something more comfortable to lie down in the greenhouse.

We opened the glass door that led to the lake. Beneath a small flight of steps was a tiny dock, enough for a small boat. We had a picnic there, eating our meals while dangling our feet above the water.

A date in our small little corner.

Here, it didn't feel like I was inside the Lord Castle, at the heart of the demon realm. Even while Natha was still the blue-skinned black-horned Nightmare, it just felt like we were in a different world of our own. A secluded little dimension belonged only to us.