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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

Sweet things are plenty if we look hard enough

Rather than in front of an inn, the carriage stopped in the central plaza. It was because Zia suddenly asked me if I wanted to get some snacks. And of course, my excited mind approved.

We attacked the Demon Lord with sparkly eyes full of pleading, and Natha caved in with a sigh. So the carriage stopped just outside the central plaza, and we planned to tour the night market while Angwi went to book rooms in a nearby inn.

Natha put on his incubus disguise and alighted from the carriage first. When I came out of the door, he reached out his hand, like an escort. It was kind of weird because as a man, Valmeier would never receive this kind of treatment.

But...well, I guessed I was technically his...fiancé?

So I took his hand, and a strange wave of relief came over me when I felt the familiar coldness of his hand, that I couldn't help but smile. It was nice that even though he looked different, he still felt like the Natha I knew.