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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+
Not enough ratings
498 Chs

We shouldn’t use violence in front of a child

"Who are you?" I asked with a frown, at this creature that used Natha's face in front of me.

He widened his eyes slightly, looking surprised just for a second before putting out a confused look. "Are you still dreaming?" he tilted his head, as if observing me. "Don't you recognize me?"

"No," I replied firmly, grasping the blanket between us and trying to remain calm. "You are not Natha."

And I was sure of it.

I knew I was just waking up, but there was no way I wouldn't be able to differentiate the dream and reality. I could sense everything; the flow of mana and Jade's beating heart.

So no--I knew this wasn't a dream, and I knew I was sober enough to realize this person wasn't my lover. 

First of all, Natha had never called me 'baby'. He would never put on a charming face when he knew I was just woken up from a nightmare. He wouldn't try to convince me that he was him, or ask me if I was still dreaming.