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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 a nice thing to be a bride in this realm

Home.

No matter how nice a new place was, how interesting it was, home was where the heart felt the most at ease. I was tired from the journey--the kind of exhaustion that assaulted the mind--but when I saw the familiar faces of the servants and the vassals, I was ready for a small welcoming party.

Well...although it changed into a farewell party, somewhat.

"What?! Until the wedding?!" Arta looked like I was about to embark on a pilgrimage for two whole months instead of going somewhere only a few hours away by carriage, and fifteen minutes of leisure walk to the portal.

But there was of course one person who got excited. "Really??" Zia jumped and hugged me on the sofa, giggling happily. "We can play a lot again, Jade!"

[Play!!]

How weird. This girl had been spending so much time in the Castle Lord anyway, so what was the big difference?