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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 would an introvert have companions who like to draw attention?

"As you already know, we are being honored by the presence of our long-lost Prince, His Highness Valen Valmeier Sil Seahl, the grandson of Princess Yuralein Sil Seahl,"

Mother! Mother! Could you open a hole beneath my feet and let me drop down? Or you might want to invite me to your abode? Please?

My back might be straightened, and my face might look calm, but I was screaming inside--could you just say I'm a guest named Valen instead of all that flowery title?

Natha was definitely enjoying it, though, holding back his laugh in his seat while Jade was clapping its wing on his shoulder. 

Tiralein, who was introducing me, patted my shoulder and continued. "But our Little Prince here is still young and quite shy, so please be mindful when you approach him."