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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 calm wedding day(s)

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Like a military drill sergeant hounding their rookie soldiers in morning P.T. time, Arta ushered us inside hurriedly. By us, I mean me; because I was the one who, once again, needed a longer preparation time. 

Thankfully though, the parade went smoothly without any accidents that might have made us late coming back to the Castle. The carriage went around the city and I was amazed at how there was no shortage of demons flanking the street. Was the Capital truly having this many citizens, or did all demons in the realm of greed come to L'Anaak Eed that day? 

Whatever the case, it was amazing how many people would want to go outside, waiting in the crowds just to see us. As someone who was never good in the middle of the crowd, the prospect of doing that was horrifying. I was glad Arta hurried us that morning because I felt bad thinking about how long they had been standing and waiting on the side of the road.