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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 world is, going against religion is a bad idea

Making these tools got someone banned from their own land??

That information got me to sit down and turned my body to face him with full attention. He played with the revolver—or what was intended to be—while explaining further.

"The one who made this—and the black one over there—is an elf," Natha said with a playful smile. "It seems like these devices were intended to be something better than a bow," he made a gesture of shooting with the revolver in his hand. With how he dressed in his black uniform, it felt very fitting—although the notion of Natha shooting a gun somehow felt funny and sexy at the same time.

Ugh—my mind was in a silly gutter these days.

Natha lowered his hand and looked at me. "Do you see why it could be a problem?"