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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

Nothing is a coincidence in these worlds

"Ah, that was fun," D'Ara threw herself on the chaise lounge in our suite like it was her own place.

The party was over when half of the guests had become drunk. Well...it should have been over when the food was gone, but even after we emptied the trolleys, the energetic side of the guests swept the rest into the festive atmosphere.

It only stopped when Natha ended it and sent his vassals back to the Castle--since it seemed like the party would continue inside the Lair if Arta and Opti were staying. With the help from the servants and the golems, I put my friends to their rooms to sleep, even though it was only the afternoon. Even Jade spent his energy and ended up sleeping in Amarein's lap--who was more than happy to babysit him for the rest of the day. I felt bad since she was supposed to be a guest, but she said it was a reward instead, so...

That brought me and Natha, finally having our private talk with D'Ara in our suite.