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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

Within The Falling Snow

The Demon Lord had a busy day walking around the Lord Castle to inspect the condition of the estate that day, followed by his aides and a few of his vassals. They were talking about the reparation for some worn-down gates and the tightening of security for the New Year ceremony in the Temple when the snow started to fall. 

For a moment, the Lord stopped walking in the middle of the hallway and just stared at the falling snow. His entourage, who had to stop with him, could see the nostalgia filling the silver eyes. Those sharp eyes were softening, and his cold face was filled with tenderness.

It was something that happened in an instant. But it happened so naturally these days that his aides and vassals no longer felt it was jarring. Most of them knew what it felt to fall in love, and they easily caught it in the Lord's face.

"Didn't you pick up Young Master Valen during the winter in that kingdom, my Lord?" Dhuarta asked.