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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 hard to keep track of your otherworld vocabulary

With another sense of being pulled by the gut, I stepped out of the portal into the land of Gluttony. Thankfully, Natha was there to hold me so I wouldn't wobble undignifiedly in front of Gluttony's mages and Castle staff.

We arrived at the magic tower too, and perhaps because of that, the design of the room was pretty much the same. If it wasn't because of the different mages and reception committee standing by, I would have thought we were in the same place.

Upon closer inspection, however, there was a difference in 'quality'. That was, although the tower was made of dark stone too, just like back in L'Anaak Eed, the stones used to build here were of lesser quality. Not to say it was cheap, but that the realm of Greed was truly made of luxury.