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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 child is a convenient translating device

My heart felt like they were stopping for a second. "S-someone here? What...y-you mean visiting this place?"

Amarein turned and smiled, suddenly caressing my head. "Don't get panic," she said softly. "It's a converging mana point, so someone is bound to find them if they are traveling. It's not like the place is ours, right?"

Oh...oh, that's right! Silly me! Why did I think someone trespassed the place or something? This wasn't my backyard. If we could find this place, then what was stopping others from finding it?

"What I didn't understand is that those fairies didn't say anything--the trace showed the person was staying here for a long time, days or...weeks," she continued, looking at the flying little things that were heading toward us. Apparently, because Jade was running toward me.

"Papa! What happened?" Jade grabbed my legs as I welcomed him, brows scowling in worry.