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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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There's a lot of paths leading to Rome...I hope

"Most of them are working, so you'll have to wait while I call someone," Natha told me as he walked me back to the portal after lunch, following a hovering spear and two little companions perching on its staff.

I just nodded obediently, since it was already good enough that he let me train to fight. "What about doing it with Caba or Haikal?" I asked. "Or...you?"

He did not answer, but his hold on my waist tightened. When we reached the labyrinth garden, he finally spoke again. "Do you remember the time you were panicking when you found out about my wound?"

"Oh..."

Instantly, I knew what he meant. Just like how I was scared and disgusted at the thought of wounding him, he was afraid of the thought of wounding me. Even if it was accidental, or was done in a good sport.

"Okay, I got it," I nodded. "But what about the others?"