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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

Maybe my friend is also a protagonist

"Aah...I'm full~" I patted my stomach while slumping on the couch in our suite--which was actually a luxurious cabin on the northwest side of the palace.

[Aah...Jade fuuull~]

The little bird followed me, laying on my lap and patting its round, white belly. Funny, since whatever Jade put inside its body immediately dispersed into energy, and the useless stuff was just...devoured into nothingness. But Jade had to roll around because Natha was pulling me up, straightening me a bit so I wouldn't bend my stomach. 

"That's a bad habit," he warned me. "Let your body digest in peace."

I grinned and followed his words, sitting neater on the couch while Natha put a pillow behind me. Scooping Jade and stroking the little bird to appease it, I recalled the conversation I had with the elves again.

"Nat...were Sarterians think the gun blasphemous because it wouldn't give a clean death?"