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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

You don't mess with petite people doing mukbang

"Where might this person be, who has an appetite like me?"

Ah, I knew she wouldn't just let it go. I hadn't even finished my first cake when she came back to that topic. There was Natha here, the Lord of Greed; there was Eruha, technically her younger brother by the same progenitor. But it was as if they were air for her, the blood-red eyes focusing on me all the time, making me feel like I was the main dish or something.

Whew--well, it was my fault anyway. Perhaps I should have just acted surprised earlier.

I ate the cake slowly to stretch the time for me to contemplate the best way to respond to this. It wasn't like I could tell her about those big eaters back on Earth, and if I randomly mentioned someone in some place, this vampire might look into it for real since she seemed a bit unhinged.

What to do...

"Hmm...she's not in this world," I said in the end, with a quieter voice.