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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, you can find your calling while throwing up

The sick children and a few adults were being gathered in the village clinic, filling all the rooms and sick beds available. Now that they were being rounded up, it was apparent that the numbers were pretty alarming.

Fifteen demons were sick and eleven of them confirmed to get it from polluted mana.

"If I'm more proficient, I'll be able to purify them directly," I muttered while looking at the seven children that got afflicted.

While it wasn't severe, and only caused them fever and headache and made them feel lethargic, it still saddened me to see them laying down with a pale complexion like that. It reminded me of the children's ward even more, and all the bad memories that surfaced because of it.