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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

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//a.n: this chapter should be after [A Loving Family Is All An Expat Need]. I'm sorry for the mishap T-T//

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I stared at the stack of papers with widened eyes, wordlessly flipped them one by one while Izzi looked smug on the other side of the table.

But he had a reason to be smug.

The paper was filled with a complicated design of what should be amusement park rides, from merry-go-round to roller coaster. Of course, they looked rather different, and the mechanical system certainly had been modified highly--because I was sure the one on Earth didn't use formation spell and was fueled by mana stones.

On the side and the corner of the papers, Izzi had written the kind of arrays and formations that would be needed, as well as energy calculation for each contraption. I could tell everything was still rough, but still...a draft was half the work done, so...