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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

Perhaps it’ll be good to start paying attention to the papers

Do you know carriages could be convertible?

I didn't. But still I stared at an open carriage, when I was sure it was a closed one before. Hmm...

Before I could marvel at this newfound fact, the sudden realization of me riding that carriage came, and I tried hard not to fiddle with my tunic in nervousness so as to not crease it.

Because...by God--looked at all those demons. The citizens gathered outside the field, flanking the road that the carriage would take so they could see their Lord.

And I was supposed to sit beside him.

"Are there usually this many crowds during Lord's visits?" I asked Opti and Arta, trying my best to sound normal.

"Not really," Arta answered me while fixing my clothes. "It's an annual occurrence, so there were usually crowds, but not so much. They knew His Lordship would come to visit their region anyway."