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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

There’s no such thing as a superior or inferior culture

On the last day of the year, like a gift, Eruha came with a piece of parchment. 

You heard me--not a letter, just a piece of parchment. On it, was a single sentence.

--Come to me before the flower blooms--

Huh. This was...an invitation? But what that have to do with Natha's request? I looked at them in confusion, but Eruha was smiling and Natha let out a relieved sigh.

"So...it's a good news?" I asked.

Natha smiled and pulled me, who was standing beside his desk, to sit on his thigh. "Yes," he answered. "That's her way of saying nothing will happen so we'll even have enough time to visit her."

"Is that so?" I took the small parchment and looked at it. "What if it means there's nothing you can do about the result?"

Not that I was feeling unconfident, but I wanted to cover every base, you know what I mean?