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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, I’m not saying I give good advice, but...

"Whoa..."

If you asked me before about what I would think about a vampire city, I would say something like an eerie castle with a gothic-esque aesthetic, elegant and sinister at the same time. Black! Red! Emo!

Or something like that? Hehe...

But while the place did have the expected aesthetic of those pointy arches and elaborate tracery, it definitely wasn't a sinister or gloomy place, even in the middle of winter. The city itself, unlike the spacious metropolis that was L'Anaak Eed, was built atop stony hills in terraces, so the moment we got out of the castle gate, I was greeted with rows upon rows of beautiful architecture stretching down the winding terraces.

[Master! It's like giant stairs!]

"Giant stairs indeed," I nodded in agreement. Lesta had chosen a more open carriage for us, so we could easily sightseeing even while going to our destination.