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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

So you think priests can only pray?

This time, we were not meeting in a special room, or special pavilion, or a special dining room. 

We met at the Lord's private reception room--the room with the door leading to the Lord's Court Hall that I went through the first time. And it wasn't the whole Lust delegation, but only Aleena and the Lord of Lust. I didn't count Zia as a part of them, because she was essentially a Realm of Greed's dweller.

But she was there for support--to support her brother or to support her friend, I didn't really know. For now, she held onto Jade to make sure the little bird was calm and censored from any...brutality that might ensue.

Well...I got calmer, so there might be no brutality at all.