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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 know that feeling of being flustered in front of your crush?

"Congratulations,"

I whipped my head at that voice, so fast that the forest felt like a blur. But even if I didn't, I could no longer see anything else but the tall figure walking steadily toward me.

Ah...I couldn't even make any noise, feeling my limbs go limp. Jade flew away the moment I let go of it, probably feeling like I wouldn't give it any more attention right now. My eyes were fixed on Natha, and my mind half thought that he was just a forest illusion.

"Hmm," his voice sounded as sweet as it was in my dream. "It seems like I had gone too unreliable that you come to doubt my promise,"

"...ah," was the only dumb reaction I could muster. I wanted to see him so much every day, but when he actually appeared in front of me, my mind went blank. Perhaps because our last meeting was so...abrupt and confusing.