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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 your boyfriend lived just a minute away

It was just a few days...I knew it was just a few days, but I felt excited beyond measure. And it wasn't even because of the teleportation portal--the staple fantasy setting that I had never tried before. 

It was because I remembered what Natha said; that we would be able to meet when the portal was done.

As I impatiently waited for the elevator door to open, I could feel the vibration of the mana from the elemental birds that supplied the portal's energy. Yep--rather than using expensive mana crystal as fuel, the portal would use the elemental birds' magic energy. Very cost-effective, I must say.

This smooth whirring sound meant the workers had started to activate the portal, and I couldn't stop fidgeting. Was this how it would feel to go to your lover's home?