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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 Ghost of The Past

Tsalinade wasn't her real name. But it was a name that she remembered the most; the name of a gorgeous queen in a desert kingdom of ancient era. The name was mentioned in a forgotten song that her mother used to sing to her.

A mother who was found dead in the bed where she served her client. 

A mother who left the world with a huge debt that got her even more beautiful daughter sold off to a rich, cruel aristocrat. A rich, cruel aristocrat who killed her. 

The young, barely teenage daughter had a feeling she would die soon, so she used the gift she had been keeping as a secret all this time. She couldn't do much, but she moved the wheel of the carriage bringing him to the city. Just slightly. Just enough to make the carriage swerve in the middle of a muddy road, plunging into a ravine. 

She had thought that if she was going to die anyway, she would rather die before getting defiled.