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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

Smuggling a fugitive is okay as long as you’re the Lord

I thought Natha was exaggerating, but the elf really came...in a package.

It happened on a nice afternoon four days after Natha told me the news. I had been spending my days on the eighth floor since then--except in the afternoon when I had to resume my lesson with Eruha. Knowing that the elf inventor would be here, I continued my neglected work on the gun--or rather, on the bullet--while familiarizing myself with the place. 

I had no idea what Natha wanted to do with this floor initially, but it seemed like it had everything. There was a meeting/planning room, an alchemy room, a mechanic room, a smithy, an enchantment chamber, a small library, storage, and even a living area that consisted of a bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen/dining area that we could also use to rest and have a little lunch break in.