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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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579 Chs

A secret plan should have been done in a secret place for maximum chance of success

I blinked at her words and scratched my cheek. While it was true that I got 'fuller', I had been moving my body a lot during the occasional spar, so it wasn't just fat, but muscle that this body gained back. So I wasn't 'fat' per se, just noticeably rounder than before.

"Well, yes, I know I'm not fat...I just--"

"Yes, I understand, that's not what I meant," Zia cut my words instantly.

I tilted my head confusedly. "...then?"

"Forget it," she waved her hand to dismiss the topic. But as I kept looking at her inquisitively--since there was nothing I could do while the seamstresses were at work--she bit her lips and opened her mouth again. "Do you remember how you looked back in the day, Val? When you just arrived in the tower?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded in response, and the one who was in the middle of comparing some gemstones with my hair held my head in place immediately. "Uhh...Why?"