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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

When it happens so much you don’t get surprised anymore

Oh...so she died?

This wasn't my interpreter formation's mistake in translation, right?

I had no idea what the concept of death in the world of spirit was like, but the word 'perished' could not be more grim. I knew this might be nothing, as I wasn't a spirit and possessed a different physiology. But I had to say my heart stopped for a bit when I read it.

I proceeded to read more, but there was nothing more about that topic in the letter. The Queen was born as a half-druid, half-dryad, and 'enjoyed' both of that world. She had the physique of a druid, but also could travel from tree to tree like dryad. And it seemed like she could give birth two ways--by her womb, or the dryad way--which means...I might be able to.

The dryad way, I mean, not the non-existent womb.