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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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684 Chs

And so the hero did some hero-ing or whatever...

As usual, Heraz came before I went to bed, scooting outside the balcony door like some abandoned puppy as I came out of the bathroom.

"You can just let yourself inside next time," I told him while opening the balcony door.

Honestly, I'd rather have him inside beneath the light than see his hooded figure outside the window like some horror show.

"I wouldn't dare," he said, coming inside while lowering his body.

Well, that was definitely in his character, with how he didn't even raise his head when he talk to me. So I just sighed and sat in front of the fireplace while he relayed his report.

"Forgive me for taking too long," he started with an apology.

Of course, I had no idea how fast information gathering should be. In the first place, I had never given him any deadline. "You must have your reason," I feigned understanding and just replied with whatever.

"Yes. I need a few days to observe the church where you came from, Young Master,"