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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

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"Let's go, let's go!" Aina whispered to me in the middle of the party, and we slipped out of the festivities with determination. 

Honestly, the party itself was more for the citizens of the country who were finally freed of the mana pollution's threat. Rather than doing it in the Capital, the party was done in the city meant for tourism, not far from the last purification site.

Perhaps because of the impromptu festival that happened in the town before, the Regent had already arranged for a real festival in this tourist town, even while I was in the middle of work. People came from around the country, as far as the news could travel. Bards and messengers, as it happened, were working hard to spread the news of the purified land.