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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 information in one sitting is not good for one’s sanity

Haa...

I had no idea how I should feel about this. Should I feel glad that I finally know why I suffered my whole life? Or should I get pissed at whoever made my--our--soul split like that?

There were a lot of things that need explanation, but I wasn't sure if my brain--and more importantly my heart--could take so much in one sitting.

As I was sighing from the stuffy feelings, Natha's hands return to envelope mine, and he leaned forward to press our forehead together.

 

"God--you have no idea how much I want to bring you over here that time," he said it in such a weak and vulnerable voice, in a volume that only allowed me to hear it. And then, when he spoke again, it was laden with frustration. "I knew we could look for a cure here. We can use alchemy, we can use magic, we can try everything..." he gritted his teeth for a few seconds, and then sighed. "But I didn't know how to do that."