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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 as easy as I thought, being greedy

I tried to speak as much as I could then, focusing my mind on a conversation with Zia as we continued walking through the streets and more stalls were opened, showing me more and more fantasy set-up things like melee weapons and armor, even discounted magic scroll.

When I was tired of pushing words out of my mouth, I asked her to explain as many things as she could, especially those that only occurred in the demon realm.

With the sun climbing higher, I began to spot more and more 'foreigners'—children of nature that were technically my kin. Most of them were drows; dark elves, since they had closer ties to the demons. Dwarves and fae too, those that liked to do commerce, as well as some adventurous elves. Some of them looked at me with raised brows and surprised in their eyes, perhaps something to do with how druid was supposed to be a recluse tribe nowadays.