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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 teach our children that we love them however they are

I now understood why Arta liked dressing me up so much; it was fun. 

I had asked for a pair of children's clothing, but Arta brought a whole box with many options. We had fun picking the ones Jade should try, but the little bi...boy wanted a matching color with me. 

"Hehe...same," he giggled while climbing on my lap after I helped him put on an embroidered white tunic and royal blue shorts. The small fingers clutched on my blue coat as I fixed a nice ribbon on his collar.

"There you go," I patted the boy's shoulder and squeezed the chubby cheeks. 

It was rather nice, honestly, knowing how I used to look when I was a child. This must be how I looked before I got sick, and since Jade told me he copied my appearance by looking at the memory I had with my grandmother, it would be the time when I was the healthiest.