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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 weird to find a place in another world and called it nostalgic?

Hmm...technically, she was my aunt, right? Or should I consider her a cousin?

"Your Hi--Valen," the druid, Amarein, nodded slightly. 

[Master, Druid good person!]

Of course you would like her, Jade--she was a druid, the race who closely working with elemental birds. But yes, she must be a good person if Natha acted so politely to her, even letting her roam the estate so freely. 

And of course, since she went out of her way to go to another realm to help me, it was a given that she was a good person. 

Also, she reacted calmly to my sudden crazy call for help. 

"Is something wrong?" she asked with the softness and patience of a mother with twelve naughty children.