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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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496 Chs

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Izzi flinched at the voice, which was understandable. It sounded calm--calmly agitated.

I took a deep breath, walked to the door, and unlocked it immediately. What greeted me first was Jade's loud, panic chirpings. It was followed by a blast of wind from frantic wings flapping, and a fluffy white ball slamming into my face.

[Master! Master!!]

The little bird was crying, panicking, sticking to my face and gripping me with its wings. My heart constricted and I felt stupid, forgetting about those who would be worried about the explosion.

I grasped the wailing bird and embrace it, caressing the trembling head. "I'm alright, it's okay," I tried to soothe the bird. "Don't cry, baby, I'm okay."

[Master boom! Master cry! Master gone!]

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry," I didn't cry, but it seemed like my anguish was interpreted as such by the little bird. "I didn't get hurt, I promised."

[Hngg--]