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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

It’s not a family meeting without complaining about that one distant cousin

Luncheon with the Lust delegations felt like a family meeting where they force the youngster to attend and gave said youngster a lot of questions regarding the youngster's life.

The youngster in this story was Zia.

I guessed this was the part where they try to find out what she had been up to, while also not-so-sneakily trying to persuade her to go back home. And Zia was answering them coldly, dryly, just because she must, without even hiding the fact that she was annoyed about it.

You know, like a teenager. 

Not that I would know, since my relatives never barrage me with questions like that. I mostly conversed with Natha and the one playing prank earlier, Aleena, who didn't seem to have any interest in 'interrogating' Zia. She only butted in when the questions went too far and when Zia looked like she was about to explode.