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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

Spilling some tea is fun, but not if it's about yourself

Sitting between new, energetic friends, I was suddenly being thrown into a plethora of exciting gossip about the demon realm--sometimes even about other realms. I didn't really understand them, because I had no idea who they were talking about, but I got the gist of it.

After finishing a cup of fragrant tea and tasting at least a bite of every delicacy on the table, I was not only armed with the knowledge of who dated the librarian's daughter and who had an affair with that famous singer, but also an update on what the citizens were thinking about the kingdom and humans in general, what the new Lord of Wrath was up to these days, and the upcoming Fallen Leaves festival.

All while only listening and nodding along as I munched on the cakes.