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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 mighty fun to tease other people for change

"So...why blood?"  I asked Natha as we walked to our breakfast.

Usually, guests didn't have to join the Lord for breakfast and could have it on their own in their room, but Sada insisted we ate with her. Natha whispered to me that she was actually lonely and wanted to eat with other people. Not many had enough wit to eat with a Vampire Lord comfortably, after all.

So now, instead of leisurely having breakfast in our room, we walked to the garden pavilion where the Vampire Lord had her breakfast.

Oh, well, at least it wasn't the courthall.

Since we had to go to the garden anyway, we decided to have our morning stroll around the garden before heading to the place; a nice little date before Natha had his work and I had my city tour. But strolling around the garden in the winter wasn't exactly the most exciting thing to do, since there wasn't much to spectate.

Which was why I ended up asking him more about the vampire.