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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 the clue was in your hand the whole time

If it was any other date, we might need to question it. But this...it was too much of a coincidence to bear any other meaning, wasn't it?

"Did the entry start twenty-four years ago?" Natha asked.

The Hero nodded and it was a match then; meaning the person visited Valmeier on his first birthday. And...

"Did he stop visiting because..."

Zarfa did not finish her word, but everyone knew what she wanted to ask. Perhaps, from the very beginning, 'he came alone' meant...well, there was no one to bring, and in the end...

Phew--didn't matter. Whether Valmeier's parents were still alive or not, the important thing was the date of birth. "So it's different," I sighed in disappointment but shook my head immediately. "It's fine, it's only one day. We should adhere to the twenty-third."

"...or we can do it at midnight," Natha shrugged.