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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 most wonderful view usually bestowed from afar

"Oh!" 

After I was done with the morning breathing exercise at dawn--earlier than usual--I ran to Natha downstairs, who was preparing my morning drink in the pantry. Surprisingly, Ignis was there too, eating some red rocks--fire mana stones--that Natha gave the Salamander for breakfast. 

"Nat, Ignis--look at me!" I yelled at them, stopped at the entrance of the pantry, and stretched out my arms.

They looked at me confusedly at first, but instantly, they understood what I wanted them to do. Natha put my glass down and I saw their eyes gleaming slightly as they scanned me. 

"You're healed," Ignis was the first one to comment, and doing it in this dry, nonchalant voice like 'what's the big deal, ugh'. 

But it was fine, because Natha grasped my face and kissed me in response. I could feel his smile through the kiss, and I couldn't help but giggle after.