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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

We’re just such a dramatic bunch

"Shit—Caba?" Lesta hissed when the loud voice echoed inside the library. "Why is he here?"

His eyes darted to the young human, who was suddenly frozen stiff with widened eyes. The excited voice and sparkling green eyes were now shaking and nowhere to be seen.

"Lesta, where are you?!"

Immediately after the loud yell, the young human fled behind the bookshelf and crouched down before they could do anything. Eruha was swiftly trying to call out to the young human, but Lesta could see the way he was trembling, and knew the young master probably wouldn't be able to hear anything for a while.

"Oh, there you are!" the bald head finally showed up from at the pathway leading to the bookshelf's rows. "Why didn't you ans—"

"Shut your mouth for a bit!" Lesta glared at the demon, prompting Caba to halt his step in confusion.

"Wha—"