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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

Look at me being a greedy little bride

"I want to see you…"

I blurted out those words before I could think it through. It came out just like that, even though I just heard the voices of his staff in the background, even though I knew he was busy with work.

But my heart that was beating so hard chased the sudden desire, and there was nothing more in my head except for the fact that I wanted to see him.

[...now?] his reply came in a delay, telling me how surprised he was. But I only mumbled weakly as a response and the next thing I knew, the connection was dead.

I spent a while just staring blankly at the orb. And then realization hit me and my hand flew to slap my cheek in scolding.

What the hell, Val? What were you thinking calling him like that just to confirm such a thing? What were you thinking asking to see him when you knew he was busy and—