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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 God said it's a miracle, then it's a miracle

Did he mean I might have to have a...a three...oh, Mother!

The Demon Lord looked at my face and chuckled. "It's a miracle, isn't it?"

That was...one thing to put it.

He looked up again, and this time, muttered in a more serious tone. "I have to admit, when we were working to make this happen, we never thought about your feelings," he said, a wry smile decorating his handsome face that made it hard to get pissed at what he said. "We had never intended for you to fall in love, honestly."

"..."

He glanced at me and shrugged. "In my defense, I had been too detached from that concept to think about it in the middle of trying to prolong this world's lifespan. I just sent him there so he would know how you look when you meet again in the future for this...business."

I still looked at him silently with pursing lips, and he broke out laughing this time, as if it was a funny business. It wasn't funny, okay?