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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 too much happiness

"Huh, it's really working," 

Natha raised his brow in fascination, holding my wrist and looking keenly through my body. The silver eyes were glowing as they scanned my circuits after I was done with my morning breathing exercise. I had been doing it for two weeks now, and by the look of it, seemed like the blockage in my gate had been subsiding more. 

"How much longer do you think it'll take?" I asked eagerly. 

"Just a few more weeks, I think," Natha rubbed my wrist and gave me a sweet smile. "We could try to amp up the Amrita, and perhaps you'll get totally healed not long after New Year."

"Oh! That's nice!" I raised my arms and swung ours together. "I'll be ready for the spring lesson!"

Natha had this fond smile as his arms were getting swung up and down, which made me grin and end up plopping down on his lap. "Oh? For what do I owe this occasion?" 

"I just feel weird," I fiddled with the green pendant that almost mirrored my eyes.