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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 there something like a helicopter lover?

"Look at you all smileeey!" Zia pinched my cheeks lightly that night, shaking my head while at it.

But indeed--I couldn't stop smiling today. Even though Natha only stayed until luncheon, I felt happier than usual. Perhaps because it was an unexpected visit, so it felt like a surprise gift.

"Hehe..." it was hard to stop my lips from stretching, even if I was being teased left and right.

Zia giggled and squeezed my cheeks even more. "What a happy bride," she laughed joyfully, like she was happy about my happiness, and it made me even more happy.

How weird and nice!

"Oh, I'll spend the visitation night in the Lord Castle this time," I told her.

"Eeeh?" she widened her eyes and finally let go of my face, just to grab my shoulder and shake me while whining. "Why?"

"Because--ugh--I'm going to get my ear...pierced--" I gripped her arms so she stopped treating me like a ragdoll.

"Oh? But why there?"