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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

Is it true that first night feels different?

"Hey...are you alright?" I peeked inside the living room, where my previously drunk friends were. After a little nap, Angwi made them some coffee to sober up some more.

D'Ara left while I was crying some more, and after helping me put the portrait inside a frame, Natha went to Lord Castle to check on the preparation for tomorrow's event; the parade during the day and the banquet in the evening.

Well, when your new husband was a Lord, he still needed to check on things even during the day. Especially with all the guests that would be coming tomorrow. I almost forgot about it since I had been confined in the Lair for the past two weeks, but...this was basically an inter-realm event.

And since I was left alone, I looked for my friends while waiting for dinner.

"Vaaal!" Zia and Zarga threw their arms up--like a twin--and greeted me with vigor.

Oh, well--seems like they were okay.