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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

No parents want their kid to grow fast

A buzzing sound was heard first, and then the air shimmered with glittering mana, forming frame after frame built from the formation below, until the edge met and fused at the peak of the dome.

After the barrier, it was a roaring sound. The whirl of even more magic formations got activated, sending a soft vibration throughout the ship. A single jolt marked the moment when the gigantic frame took off of the stone platform, wind belting beneath the hull and the spreading mechanical wings. 

And then, we were flying.

I pressed my face at the cabin's window, peering down with wide, unblinking eyes. Jade flapped its wings and hovered beside my head, also looking out through beady green eyes.

[Master, Jade can't see things]

"I know, right? It'll be nice if we can see the ground getting further away..." I pursed my lips, staring at Natha through the reflection of the window.