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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 in the conspiratory stuff is this flag?

"Royalty?" it was such an unexpected inquiry that I stopped walking altogether. Where did that even come from? "No, I don't think I'm even qualified as a proper commoner..."

Valmeier was an orphan, and in that kingdom, orphans usually ended up in slavery—someone positioned below even the lowest commoner. He was just lucky to get picked up by a priest in need of a successor.

"Ah, not the human part, Young Master," Doun shook his hand. "I mean your druid's bloodline."

Now that—I knew that even less. Not even Valmeier knew where he came from. Who was his parents, and where did the priest pick him up. So naturally, I had no idea either.

"I don't even know who my parents are, but..." I kind of smelled something suspicious here. What was it...a flag? Yeah, smelled like a flag. "Why do you think I have royal blood?"