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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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497 Chs

Look, I'm not made for speeches, okay?

"Here's come the newly wedded couple!" Arta greeted us like an MC or something, spreading her arms wide in front of the garden and announcing our appearance. 

The sounds of whistling and applause filled the garden again, and I bashfully looked at all of my guests spreading on the garden tables. Initially, I had this thought of having a long table where everyone could sit together. Unfortunately, it was impossible in the garden; I would have to do it in the field, but that wasn't exactly the flowerful venue I envisioned. 

And so, Angwi and the other demons had put several tables around the garden, with flower beds in full blooms between us. Now that I thought about it, it was better this way. They all might be my friends and family that I cherished, but they also came from different backgrounds. While it would be nice if they could blend, I didn't want my happy event to be filled with awkwardness.