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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

Oh, to have a name we could call while we were crying

"I think we should call it a day," Natha said to the elves, but his eyes still looking at me, and he was still kneeling in front of my chair. 

I gripped his arms, wholeheartedly agreed with his suggestion. I wanted to go back and lay down and...just...

I don't know, my mind was such a mess. 

Jade was nuzzling against my cheek, whimpering from my distress. I couldn't even pretend to be fine, since I was visibly shaking. I knew I looked weird right now--they wouldn't understand why I would have such an intense reaction from recognizing the picture.

And the worst part was...there was really no one who would understand. I couldn't talk to anyone about it.