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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 Words That Remained Unsaid

He cried again, the poor soul.

Natha sighed as he caressed the slightly damped forehead. This time, he didn't even know why the man suddenly cried—silently, yet in so much agony. Val had cried even as Natha flew down to the dock, and brought him back inside the greenhouse. He cried silently inside the Demon Lord's embrace until he passed out from exhaustion.

But the Lord didn't know why.

When Val cried before, even without peering into the man's thoughts, Natha could easily guess the cause. But this time, he had no idea.

Val was so happy before, so full of joy when he entered the greenhouse. So adorable when he lay down on the couch, using Natha's thigh as a pillow, saying that he didn't mind just living there between the exotic plants and looking at the small lake. Innocently asked if there were dangerous pets in the lake and whether it would be safe to swim there.