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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

Wedding business is preparation for war

Have you ever been involved in wedding preparation? If I had to offer my honest opinion, I would not recommend such an activity.

Not the wedding--I was very much down to it. But the preparation. 

Especially not when your partner was one of the most important people in the whole region. No...the whole world?

I mean...I wasn't even doing much, just fitting for outfits and being there, basically, but I already felt exhausted from Lesta's deliberation about the preparation they all had to make for this event. What would become of me if I had to do everything by myself?

Although...well, if it was just me, I would just ask for a simple ceremony with friends and family and that would be it.

Alas. My fiance happened to be the candidate for the Demon King.

Meaning; it would be an inter-realm event.

Meaning; that even a matter of invitation was so complicated I felt like Lesta had been explaining war strategy rather than a list of invitees.