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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

On another thought, my Demon Lord does seem to be that petty

"What?"

"That's what the kingdom called you," Natha said. "But do you consider yourself that--the Priest of Judgement?" 

Ah...for a second there, I thought he found out that I wasn't Valmeier. I almost bit my lips in fright, wondering if Natha could sense how tensed I was for that short moment.

I shifted my gaze to the scenery; the river and woods flanking the road, reminding me of the first place I called home. "No," I said. "I'm not a priest, and...I don't like casting judgment on other people."

"No?"

I bit my lips and continued quietly. "I know it probably looked like I was having fun when I cast that curse on Zir'Kal, but--" I took a deep breath, fiddling with the cord on my sleeve. "I kept agonizing over it before I did it, and then after, wondering if it was right, if it was truly just."

"Wasn't the spear deemed it as so?" Natha asked as he gently took my fingers off the button.