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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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495 Chs

There will always be a discrepancy between people with different timeframe

While Valen was having a history lesson with the Vampire Lord, Lesta was listening to the explanation about Eternal from Eruha.

They sat on the couch, face to face as if they were about to conduct a hostage negotiation. There was a clear tension brewing in the air that separated them, just two meters from each other. But it was a thin wall that Lesta did not want to breach right now.

Arms crossed, Lesta got more and more flabbergasted as the explanation continued. He didn't show it much outwardly, but keen eyes would be able to see his slightly shaking pupil.

"Something that important, and you never tell me all this time?" he asked incredulously, trying his best to hold back from barking his disbelief.

Eruha, in his usual infuriating way, did not see the need to reply to the rhetorical question. He just calmly looked at the other demon, observing quietly. Whether he meant it or not, the calm silence only chipped at Lesta's patience.