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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 should always expect character development

My lips curled as he brought up the topic himself. "I am--after all, we were raised in different circumstances."

 

He stopped talking again for almost a minute. "I heard from Zarfa that...that he was supposed to be dead."

 

"Perhaps; I didn't exactly read her...vision. She just told me bits and pieces."

 

"Did you really..." he stopped walking then, which prompted me to stop so he wouldn't get left behind. "Did you really meet his...his soul?" 

I turned to look at him; he was staring at me with reddened eyes--perhaps it had been like that the moment he mentioned Valmeier's supposed death. I guessed he really did love his 'Brother Valmeier'. 

"I did," I told him sincerely, looking into his eyes with a clear gaze. "I don't know how to convince you, and I don't think I need to. But if you want, I can tell you about all of his memory--although, you can also reason that I just read his memory rather than meeting him."