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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

Please do not plant your child on the ground; it's strictly for dryad only

"Are you alright?" Natha asked me the moment we entered our bedroom.

Well, since he asked...

I turned around and hugged him, burying my face in his chest. Without needing me to ask, he lifted me and carried me to the bed, patting my back as I clung to his shoulder. I felt very childish when I was like this, but was there really any need for pretense in front of your spouse?

Leaning my head on his shoulder, I let out a sigh that only Natha could hear. "You know, sometimes I think it'll be nice if they like me because of me, not because I remind them of Grandma..."

It was such a childish complaint, but I just had to let it out somehow. It didn't feel like much at first, and I was glad that it made people look at me in a favorable way. But...