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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

Sometimes, answers came from unassuming conversation

"This is going to be alright, right? Nothing will go wrong, right?" 

I asked Natha while holding the seed in my embrace. There was a smile on his face as he took out a huge tube where we would put the seed in. "I only put it in my bag when I took it from the ruin. I'm pretty sure this tube is luxurious enough."

"But is it safe?" I insisted, frowning until he patted my head with a soft laugh.

"There's an anti-shock barrier, a preservation spell, temperature formation, and it's made of anti-magic tempered glass," he slammed the tube into the floor as if to prove that it was, indeed, resilient. "And it will be safely stored inside a specially made dimensional cage," he pointed into a necklace circling my neck. "Sounds safe enough for you?"