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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

What's the point of a voyage without flags?

"So in the end, I'm still grounded," I grumbled against the railing of the balcony, looking into the horizon. 

I had thought Natha would revoke my 'punishment' since we were getting all lovey-dovey on the way back. He kept holding me even while we were sleeping, and I woke up still in his arms the next morning.

And yet, the moment we landed in the next town, he confined me inside the hotel we were using to stay. And by that, it meant I wasn't allowed to go anywhere outside the hotel, and I wasn't allowed to use any kind of magic. He went as far as calling the magicians working in the town hall to conduct measurements of the mana quality here, in front of me, and had the magicians say that the level was fine and there was no need for purification, thrice. He told the magicians to tell me that three times. Three times, even though I already told him I understood.

Talk about petty.