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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

unexpected encounter is the salt and pepper of a journey

When I was still in the hospital, my favorite activity was looking outside the window--since it was the only thing I could do.

The hospital was situated on a higher ground, and my room was on a high floor, so I could see the city from my window--yay for a VIP room. At night, I could see the city lights sparkling like stars, and I dreamt of one day coming down to look at the illumination from up close.

The Lord's Quarters balcony, which was also located on a higher ground, allowed me to look at L'Anaak Eed too. However, the light on the City of Greed only came from the street, which wasn't as strong as the one on Earth. They sparkled dimly, and did not scatter as much, only following the path of the main street.

This time, as the ship docked in the harbor of Ahrat, I could finally realize my dream.

This was the land of stars I had been dreaming of--the lights filled the entire space from the high ceiling to the deepest ground.