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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

Should I feel happy that my child and fiance finally bonded over something?

Natha still didn't tell me who it was later.

But still, I tried to soothe his jealousy by adhering to his demand of having breakfast in our suite rather than downstairs with the others. Let's just consider it as compensation because I let him wait for too long last night. 

Thanks to that, we got down pretty late. Everyone had already finished with their breakfast and was lounging around in the drawing room--just like before Natha came last night. I had thought the humans would sleep in longer, but it seemed like they were too tense from being in a demon territory that they couldn't sleep that well. 

Except for my dear old friend, who was still rubbing her eyes while greeting me good morning. She skipped breakfast altogether, and just stuffed herself with the biscuits in the drawing room.