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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 not everyday we have a fox as a caretaker

[Master! Big water!]

After traversing the dry land for quite some time, the ground turned more lush little by little, with plants sprouting until it became a rich forest. It was thanks to the massive river that ran through the central plains to the northwestern region.

And what a river it was; stretching far and wide that people would need a ship to cross it.

"Whoa...that almost looked like a sea..." It was my first time seeing such a big river, easily dozen times wider than the one in the Lair. Should I transmorph in this place, I would be completely lost, swept away by the river's consciousness. "Wouldn't it be nice to travel through the water too?"

"I hope so," Natha replied with a smile.

"Hmm?"

"Oh, you don't know, Young Master? We will use the river from now on, until we reach the port city," Arta told me, grinning at my astonishment. 

"What--really?" I turned to Natha, eyes widened in excitement.