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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 there's no dating spot in your place, just make them...I guess?

"There, it should feel less tight, right?"

With Natha's help, I took the saddle off Vrida's and put them in the storage ring. The yellow eyes looked at me keenly, inquisitively; a trace of worry was in her deep purr.

"I'll be here for two nights, so you can have time for your own, Vrida," I stroked the wyvern's snout, and her yellow eyes blinked, widening slightly in surprise. "The air here is quite different from the demon realm, and there are supposedly a lot of interesting places from above. I don't have much time to explore, so, you can do it for me instead, yeah?"

When I talked about the trip with Natha, we predicted that we wouldn't have much free time. Unlike back home, there would be no keeper here, so Vrida might be lonely during the next two days. That was why I decided to give her time for a free roam.