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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 are just two idiots in love

I grabbed the cushion with both hands, and slammed it hard on his face.

"Sweetheart--"

I swung the cushion back and slammed it on his side, again and again and again. "How! Could you! Do this! To me!" I hit him after every word I screamed off, feeling my eyes heating and my body shivering.

Natha just sat there looking at me with widened eyes as I hit him over and over again. What--did he think I wouldn't get angry?! Did he think I would get all sappy?! 

"Do you know how hard it is for me all this time?! Do you know how confused I am about everything because you resembled the doctor so much?!"

I poured every frustration, agitation, and anxiety that I had been feeling for the past six months into my arms that swung the cushion. At some point, the cushion was ripped from the metal cuff and chains on Natha's outfit and his horns, sending feathers scattering all over us. 

"Val--"