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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

Whatever the age, we act the same when we’re in love

Since it was the last day of inspection before going back, we didn't return to the lodging, but straight to the airship parked on the hill. Natha came in time for dinner, and we spent time sorting out the things I bought today while he asked about my day. We lounged on the bedroom couch as the airship moved again, sampling some local wine that Natha asked Arta to procure before. 

"They said I changed," I made my report after mulling over it while holding into a pretty porcelain doll with a beautiful and intricate dress. The doll was of a succubus, so I was thinking of giving one to Zia.

"Who are 'they'?"

"The vassals," 

"Hmm..." Natha, who was braiding my hair, tilted his head and asked over my shoulder. "Changed how? Prettier?"

"Hey, I'm trying to be serious here!" I smacked his leg--which was caging me from behind--and pursed my lips in disapproval.

"Haha," he laughed softly and pecked my cheek as an apology. "So what did they say?"