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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

Just looking at the bright side

"Ooh..."

I stared at the marble the size of a billiard ball on the table. It glowed with a shimmering red light that reflected on the table's surface in resplendent color.

Not gonna lie, it was pretty for a walkie-talkie—I mean, a long-distance communication device or whatever. You know, the one I said only worked between two devices?

It stood on a pedestal carved with a rune, I supposed to charge energy and activate the spell? There was another marble on Natha's palm, glowing with the same red light.

If apologizing was his first agenda, the second one would be delivering this pseudo-phone to me, just like he promised before we departed for the festival at that time.

"Ahem—test...test..." I muttered in front of the marble, and my voice came through the other one nearly at the same time. I turned toward Natha, who was lounging on the couch watching me with a smile, and grinned.