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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

In conclusion, don't do crime, folks!

"Aahh....that was entertaining," I stretched out my arms once the trial was over.

Truly, it made me miss my popcorn. But I already asked Mara to have it ready after we came back from the courthouse, so it might be fun to have a court review with the snack on the side—you know, like a movie circle or something.

"Which part of it is entertaining?" Izzi grumbled behind me.

"Everything?" I shrugged. "It's a nice ending, right?"

"Relatively speaking," Lesta commented. "I know His Lordship wishes for a harsher punishment."

Harsher...how harshly do they want to do it?

Initially, before Natha raised the last charge, the High Council's members would only give the three Elders life imprisonment—which could still be lessened through 'good behavior'—and a certain amount of fine to be paid to me and the government—you know, as a compensation for emotional damage or something.