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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 rather annoying when people constantly doubt your boyfriend

"One day, the Lord of Greed contacted the elves, asking for the Kingdom's scrolls," she told me as we crossed the green field. "Obviously, none of us was willing to part with them--if we have any."

Mm, understandable--I nodded in support. Of course, it would be silly for them to let go of the Kingdom's legacy to another race.

"We ignored him, of course, although I don't know what the elves did," Amarein shrugged. "But not long after, the Lord suddenly asked about a young druid's manifestation and even asked for a teacher,"

Ah...that should be the time after he found out I was transmorphing into water. 

"We were baffled, and the elves started to investigate, trying to find out if there was really a druid around the Lord,"