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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 treat it as cosplay, I guess?

"The festival will still be held?"

Zia slammed the table in the sitting room of the guest quarter where we decided to converge this time. Her purple eyes were blown wide in excitement, and her already pink skin turned even pinker, as if glowing.

When Natha give her confirmation, she even started to jump all over the room, taking Angwi's hands and swaying them joyfully.

What the hell was this festival that got her so excited?

"It's not really that special," Natha told me. "It's just that she hasn't been out for so long ever since she ran away from home, so she's been looking forward to this event so much. But it almost gets canceled three months ago, so hearing that it will still be held must be a cheering thought."

"Almost canceled? Why?"

My question was being answered by Zia's excited blabber, however. "Ahh...I really thought there won't be any after I heard about Lord Wrath's death..." she sighed wistfully, and I coughed out my herbal tea.