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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

Too much free time is a leading cause for intrusive thought

"Can...can we touch this?" Izzi looked at the bottles, trembling hands stopped just an inch away from them. He looked more nervous than the time he got the letter from his family.

"Sure," I shrugged.

Izzi's fingers twitched and started to move, but Neel grabbed his wrist and said in a hissing voice full of tension. "Be careful. I'm going to blast you with a cannon if you drop it."

I wanted to say that the bottle had a protective spell that prevented it from breaking, and even if it somehow did and the content spilled out, I could control it and put it back in another container.

But that didn't sound fun, so I just kept my mouth shut.

"Oh my, oh my, so many beautiful things!" Zia looked at the treasure chest with sparkling eyes. She might be an anomaly for a lust demon, but she still liked to flaunt her beauty and bedecked herself in jewelry like any succubus. "Can I take this one? Oh--this one too!"