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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

Why do I keep collecting runaways?

The demon was of a beast tribe, with light green skin that reminded me of Vrida. She was half naga, and some part of her body was covered in emerald-colored scale, including the skin around her jet-black eyes. She was called Neel, an orphan, and did not adopt any surname.

"I didn't think you'd really come through...smuggling," I said as we sat in the drawing room on the guest floor.

Natha did say something along that line, but I thought he was just kidding while referring to how Izzi was brought here. The vault, from afar, looked like a container one might use on shipment--except that this one had wheels for mobility. Unlike Izzi who was basically being shoved inside a box, the vault Neel traveled in had amenities inside, and looked like a proper room in a tent size.

Still made little boy Jade disappointed by the lack of candy.

"Special circumstances need a special measure," Natha shrugged beside me.