webnovel

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+
Not enough ratings
498 Chs

You don't have a movie theatre in your neighborhood? Try the Courthouse

"I won't let you be here anymore if you can't control yourself, okay?" I whispered sternly toward my two little companions, wondering if I should have just left them back home.

Ignis grunted, but quickly defused the flame dancing on its head. I could hear Izzi whine at the loss of sudden warmth, however, which made me sigh as I looked at Jade.

Jade was harder to appease, but I sent the bird my happiest thought, and the tensing bird gradually grew calmer. 

Now that my companions had been handled, I glanced toward the Judge's podium, and saw Natha was closing his eyes, head leaned back on his seat.

Ah...he was pissed.

Well, of course, he would. I was sure he already heard everything firsthand, but I couldn't imagine him not getting angry as it was being repeated. He made a clear effort to suppress his raging fury, though. The room was cold enough as it was, and Izzi would probably suffer from hypothermia if Natha let out his anger.