webnovel

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+
Not enough ratings
498 Chs

That time I got transmigrated to another world and became a trust fund sugar baby

Unfortunately, the call for dinner prevented me to provide a decent reward for a sequel. 

But then again, I only asked about the reason his father was called a traitor, and I already got the answer. Phew...seemed like authoritative scums were everywhere, be it in the human realm or the demon realm. 

It was true then, that absolute power corrupts absolutely.

"Hmm...but Natha..." when I stared at the pink and purple jelly on Jade's plate, something suddenly came to my mind. "Isn't that mean...you're essentially the one that puts the current Lord on his seat?"

"No, technically it was the previous Lord, the current Lord's father," 

"Oh..."

Was that why Zia ran away to Natha's place? He must have tremendous power over the realm of lust's household. Thinking about how he screwed over the Lord of Pride and put the lich under constant supervision, and how he was the one who arranged the tournament to pick the new Lord of Wrath...