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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

Introducing your baby to their future sibling is a complicated affair

We had a new morning ritual now.

No, no--it did not involve anything naughty. I mean, I guessed...sometimes? But that wasn't my point!

Usually, our morning started with warm drinks, and then getting ready, making ourselves presentable before having breakfast. But now, I started my morning by exercising the breathing technique of the druid on the balcony. It involved circulating elemental mana inside my system without purifying it, and expelling it again just as it was.

I didn't know how effective it would be in chipping away at my blockade, but it did feel nice and energizing. It was especially good when I consumed the Amrita the night before, and the leftover golden essence was getting circulated again all over my body. 

After that, I got my herbal drink and got ready for the day. Before we had our breakfast, however, we would visit the egg inside the treasure room.