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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

Seize the day or something like that

"More than us, the one who is most annoyed must be you, right, my Lord?" Lesta smirked from the couch across from me.

"Your Lordship probably waiting, right?" Opti grinned. "For a chance to have a justification and--" he didn't finish his sentence, and instead made a slashing motion on his neck.

Hey! That was rather extreme, right?

I looked up to see Natha, but rather than reassurance, what I saw was a pair of silver eyes gleaming dangerously, and a deep smile that sent a shiver up my spine.

...right?

He looked down, and, upon seeing my horrid expression, change his smile to a gentler one, patting my head as if telling me not to worry about it.

Uhh...okay then.

"Your Lordship, you can't do that! I have to fix young master's hair again!" Arta pursed her lips and scolded Natha, telling him to get out of the way so she could fix my hair.