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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

My first clothing store experience is...not in a clothing store

"Vaaaal!"

It had become a habit now that Zia would greet me with a tackle hug regardless of who was there with me. An easy feat since she had those two wings to launch herself at me. And then Jade would join us in a three-way hug. Fun stuff.

"See...you never visit me..." the first thing Zia said after that greeting was complaining about my lack of presence in the Tower, which...well, yes, it was my fault. I had promised her that I would go at least once a week, but I hadn't been there ever since I moved here.

"I'm sorry..." I bit my lips, truly feeling guilty now that she was looking up with a pout. "I didn't think I'd be busy here..."

Which was true. I had thought all I'd be doing here was reading books and having lessons with Eruha, resulting in a lot of free time during the day. But between training with Alveitya and the soldiers, as well as trying to work out a failed invention, not to mention Eruha's more-than-eager teaching...