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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 are all kinds of surprises in this world, I guessed...

"Umm..."

This inability to describe the cocoon and the prevention to hear the Egg's name was definitely the same kind of censorship system. It got me flustered for a while, because I didn't want to come across as if I had no intention to tell Natha about it.

"It's alright," his hands came back to my cheek, this time to stroke soothingly. "I understand. It's divine restriction."

Huh...a fancy way to say God's censorship, I guessed. 

But I nodded frantically in response, before pausing in stun. Wait...so did that mean my little space detour was a work of divine power? Some God's mischievous prank?

I let out a gasp at that realization, and Natha finally let out a smile. "Alright," he nodded and started to pat me all over. "You don't feel anything weird?"