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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 just want a registry office marriage but your fiance is a public figure

I had thought that two or three months were enough to prepare for a wedding calmly and leisurely. 

Certainly, I was wrong.

Well, for me, whose only job apparently was looking pretty on the ceremony and the banquets--yes, plural--after, I didn't have much to do except answer the organizer's inquiry about what I wanted the outfit to look like, the kind of food I would like to have, or the decorations I would prefer. 

And honestly? I just answered with 'I trust your judgment' and be done with it.

Huh? That would only make them even more confused? But except for the ceremony being held in the Lair, I would like to be surprised about everything else. 

Definitely not because I was lazy, no.