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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 important to have more than one skill in your CV, folks

"This is worse than I thought..."

The comment came out unconsciously from my mouth, because indeed, it was way worse than what Fatia told me before. But then again, they left this place about two months ago, probably, so it was natural that the damage would be different.

But even then, this kind of progression in two months was too much.

"There's a lot of death in this place," Ignis suddenly told me as our horse stopped at the edge of the blackened land. "Probably not a good death too."

"You mean the lingering negative thoughts influenced the progression of the corrupted mana?"

"In the first place, this thing you called corrupted mana is born from that, isn't it? Death, hatred, the opposite of the mana, which is the source of life."

I glanced at the little lizard on my shoulder and stroked the flaming head. "Look at you being so wise."