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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 okay to be stupid, just make sure to study afterward

"There's another one," Tiralein added.

I straightened my back unconsciously. "Alive?"

Tiralein made a strange expression then. "We don't know," she said. I raised my brows, and waited patiently for more explanation by putting my hand on my lap. "He's His Majesty's uncle; Princess Yuralein--and my--grandfather, so to speak. Never one to settle down; always went around doing his own adventure, and came back with lots of souvenirs from the demon realm, even the human realm. I still have some of the things he gave me when I was a child,"

She paused with a nostalgic smile on her face. And yet, her eyes seemed to be filled with sorrow. Even though he was presumably alive? I took an untouched glass of shirac fruit juice on the table and offered it to her.