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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

Playing with your familiars and friends is a good way to avoid reality

This was...hard for me to fathom.

Did it mean that voice...was the voice of a God?

I stood in silence for a while, right in front of the hidden door. No, it wasn't because I got goosebumps or anything. It was actually quite the opposite; I didn't feel particularly alarmed, or scared. Surprised, yes, but...

Was it because I had heard that voice a few times before? It just felt so...familiar. So close. Rather than some mysterious, untouchable entity that was supposed to have ceased existence for almost two millennia, the voice felt almost like a friend. Someone I knew, someone I longed for. 

This calmness, despite everything, felt so bizarre. It was weirder than having a panic attack at the unexpected factbomb. 

"Are you alright?" Natha stroked my hair, and I nodded in a daze.