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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 relationship between two people does not need consent from the third one

We went through several more villages and towns. There was a recurring theme that they all seemed to be geared toward tourism. It wasn't just the pretty aesthetic, but also the fact that they had a significant number of inns, restaurants, and even souvenir shops.

And Jade called out every candy shop that those beady eyes caught.

But what took my attention was the road. We were touring the whole northeastern region from the moment we landed until sunset, only stopping for a short lunch in one of the towns. And in that few hours of traveling, we managed to fulfill the itinerary. Granted, the carriage wheel had never stopped, but it was still a huge feat in this world.