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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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510 Chs

Late is better than never

With Moikai's arrival, my diet was completely changed. It felt like I was back in the realm of Gluttony, with every meal containing rich mana.

At first, I was horrified at how much each of my meals cost. The ingredients were stuff that were found in auction houses or specifically procured, and Natha had to build a new warehouse just for them. Each portion was probably costing the same as the meal for all the vassals--or even the rest of the castle.

But then, Zia cleverly told me I should think of it as spending money for Shwa, and for some reason, the guilt and dread vanished just like that. Uh-huh, the mana was for my child anyway, so what if it got a bit expensive?