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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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Is flirting a part of a dream demon's skillset?

Now that my horror and guilt of making him chuck this beautiful setting yesterday had vanished, I couldn't help but giggle as I took a seat on the chair he pulled for me.

"Oh, pardon me," I glanced at him after the giggle slipped past my lips. "I fail to contain my excitement."

He pinched my cheek before disappearing somewhere and coming back with a trolley bearing our dinner. So, not only did he prepare all of this, but my Demon Lord also served the meal himself. Truly, just the two of us in this little corner of the world.

I watched him slicing the meat that was still sizzling on top of a hot stone and had to hold myself from sighing. "You look so handsome," I said, propping my cheek with my hand and cursing the fact that I had no device to immortalize this scenery.

He glanced at me and smiled with curled silver eyes. "And you're beautiful as always."

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