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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

Respecting yourself is just as important as respecting others

The water was cold. And I mean ice cold, even though it was definitely not frosting. The cold was seeping through my clothes and spreading on my skin, so even my dry upper body shuddered from it.

And I was saying this as someone who was contracted to a Salamander. 

And no, I didn't feel the effect of our contract got severed. I still could feel the magic fighting this cold from within, so I wondered what it would be like if I didn't have that contract with Ignis.

I was so going to buy him fire elemental stones. 

And it wasn't just the temperature that attacked me. You know how we would run and try to move faster in general when it was cold? Yeah...I couldn't do that.

It was after I walked for two meters, I think? When the water came up to my thigh, and it was so cold I was clattering and wanted to run across so badly, but I felt like walking through a really thick mudfield.