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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

Would it be worse to be antagonized or being taken advantage of?

  Huh?

Huuhh??

What the hell was this situation? I didn't even know this old demon would come to the site, but even then, why did the one who had been actively ignoring my presence suddenly here?

And not just here; the Elder casually took a seat across from me. I could only watch as he clutched the backrest with one hand and his cane with the other.

[Master, why rude Grandpa here?]

Right? I had no idea too, my child! Could someone please explain this situation to me?!

As he took a seat and looked at me with an impassive but observing gaze, I roused up my vigilance. But I didn't want to look so obviously guarded, so I still tried to relax my facial muscle as much as I could. 

 

"Good evening," the old demon said after he settled on his seat, cane placed between his legs as he looked at me.

 

"...Good evening."