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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

The bring-your-lover-to-work day is always embarrassing

It was ridiculous.

I had only not seen him for a few hours, but the moment my eyes laid on his figure, my heart skip a beat. I had no idea whether I stopped breathing because I didn't want to be found out while peeking, or because he was just that gorgeous.

He still wore his black formal wear from this morning, although his cape was neatly hung on the coat rack. What got my lung to cease functioning was the way he rolled his sleeve to his elbow, giving me a full show of his sturdy, veiny arm.

And Gods above—he wore glasses!

Was today my birthday? Why did all my fantasies come to life?

Leaning on the edge of his desk, he looked like a painting. I felt like watching a scene from a movie as he spoke with his staff and gave some orders. They seemed to talk about some mines and a suspicious movement at the border. Not sure, I was just too focused on observing Natha.