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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 signs are all there, really, as long as we’re not too blind to see

"Who...you really are?" Zia looked at me in confusion, but Izzi seemed to catch on quickly.

"No way," he gasped. "Are you really--"

"Should we go inside?" I looked at them, and then the nicely bright sky. "It's a good day for a picnic, but I think Izzi needs some warmth,"

Zia didn't reply, and Izzi just shrugged while shuddering, so I took the succubus's hand and pulled her back to the Tower with Izzi waddling behind us.

[What Master mean? Master is Master?] Jade chirped with the same confusion as Zia, while Ignis, just like Izzi, understood things to some extent.

"It has something to do with your soul, isn't it?" Ignis commented nonchalantly, and I could hear Zia gasp. The purple eyes pierced my torso, and I remembered she could also sense the shape of other's souls, just like Natha.

"You're...you're healed?" she gripped my hand. "You're not broken anymore?"

I smiled at her and kept on walking. "Yes, this has something to do with it."