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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 glib actually meant something

We ended up playing with the elf children until Jade said he was sleepy--which was a sign of losing the energy to keep the boy's appearance.

So we bid goodbye to the children, who were whining and tugging on our clothes, asking if we were going to be there tomorrow as well. 

"Jade go to forest tomorrow," the little boy in my arms replied drowsily.

"Oh, you're going home?" they sighed, sounding so sad that it actually made me happy. I guess...it was the kind of comfortable feeling of being instantly welcomed and accepted in a new society.

Jade seemed to be happy too, recounting his feelings while snuggling inside my embrace in the carriage home. "Jade have fun," the little boy said, calm and quiet from feeling sleepy. "Going to new place is fun, Master...Jade have lots of new friends..."

"I see..." I patted his side with a smile. "Then let's go to lots of places from now on."