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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

Not all familiar faces are transmigrators

Uhh...this was...

Seeing me blinking awkwardly, the Mayor added without flinching. "Nothing romantically, of course," he said, turning his head to look in the direction of his house. "More like...how I see my children. No, it's not that too. More like...a nephew?"

Oh--I nodded swiftly. Yeah, I didn't feel like he looked at me in any weird way too, honestly. But people had been telling me I was too dense and whatnot, so I wasn't going to trust my own judgment about this.

Thank Mother it wouldn't be another case of the Hero.

And...to see me as a nephew...I couldn't help but smile from the warm feeling coming from my past. I wondered if the soul of Grandpa's subordinate somehow resonated with the Mayor. That man did feel like an uncle; he was the one who usually drove me to Grandma's house and picked me up a few days later.