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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

Living in a fairytale is nice as long as the Demon Lord is a gentleman

"Baby...it's been more than a week now, when will you wake up?"

I caressed the condensed mana ball on my lap. It had gotten less murky than before, which meant Jade was steadily digesting the energy contained inside. But it was such a slow pace, different from before. Perhaps because instead of blindly eating it as energy, Jade was using the energy to support the meditational state of its evolution process, absorbing the magical code contained in each strand of mana.

Or so D'Ara told me. She checked in again through Eruha after three days, and said she'd continue to do so until Jade was awake.

Again, it was such a relief, to have a connection.

"Do I really need to wait for a month?"

"Is this enough, Young Master? Should we place it here?" the guards' voice turned my attention away from the little bird, and I looked at the dozen or so potted plants that they brought to Jade's room.

"Yes, thank you," I nodded.