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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 you have two bodies, things become complicated

"Your birthday?" Natha had the same surprised expression as mine when I told him later before dinner.

Patting the drowsy boy on my lap, I nodded in reply.

"So...instead of a birthday party, we're going to do that life-threatening process?" he frowned.

Ah...

I looked at the scowl above his eyes; the palpable disapproval across his face. Earlier, I kind of thought it was a present for me, but it was clear that he was thinking otherwise.

Life-threatening, huh...

Technically, he was right. But I had stopped thinking about the dangerous aspect because childbearing was always difficult no matter what. Besides, the Queen still gave birth to several children--including my grandmother--and survived.

"Isn't that why we're looking for the best day?" I smiled while caressing Jade's hair. "So it will be less life-threatening."