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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 ways to instill fear

Tsalinade was basically becoming my hands and feet now, so it was easy to tell her to make a teleportation scroll for us, including Jade and Ignis. To make sure the scroll was of good quality, I gave her a drop of Amrita.

The moment that elixir entered her system and worked to fix it, she became feverish and almost delirious—which I guessed was how I fared when I got Amrita the first few times too. Only worse.

Unlike me, Tsalinade's condition wasn't life-threatening, so the healing process wasn't as extreme. She did not go as far as fainting, and the Fatia took care of her while the rest of us fixed some meals for our lunch.

Since it was mine now, we foraged the vegetable garden and made a nice stew with potatoes and herbs and the meat Angwi put in my storage ring, as well as fresh late summer vegetable salad with citrus dressing. And of course; a plate of jelly for Jade.