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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 Name On His Lips

"Val…"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you so restless?"

I turned a page from the book in my hand before replying briefly. "Am I?"

"Just so you know, you spent two hours just to read that single page you just turned," Zia wiggled her finger at me from across the table.

"I'm a very careful and detail-oriented reader," I replied with a shrug.

The purple eyes narrowed in doubt, and I could see her mischievous smirk. "Is that careful and detail-oriented method includes looking over the door and window every ten minutes, and brooding for another five each time?"

Leaning back and pursing my lips, I closed the book while grumbling. "That's exaggerated..."

"It's not! Even your little bird watching you in confusion," Zia pointed to Jade, who did actually staring at me.

Hmm, so...that obvious huh? Putting the book aside, I crossed my arms and reflecting on my behavior today. Perhaps, I really did act quite restless.