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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 trying to fix other's relationship

Let me make this clear; I knew! I knew that the extent of Natha's wealth wasn't something that I could ever comprehend. So I had readied myself to hear everything in the Demon Realm belonged to him.

But still...not everything in this world could be bought by money.

"How? He's not a native. There's no way he could be the owner of the land--this house looked like they had been here for a long time!"

Yes. You couldn't buy something that wasn't on the market. And I didn't think someone who owned the land and the real estate in such a location would just sell them to a person who wasn't even native to the realm.

Eruha curled his lips and replied simply. "Gambling."

"...what?!"

"He won it through a gamble with the previous owner," Eruha repeated, as if it wasn't clear enough the last time.

That wasn't why I was shocked.