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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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657 Chs

Beneath the storm of rainbow

Just from hearing that soft, low voice, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Oh, Mother...I missed him so much. I knew it was impossible, but I felt like I could feel the coldness of his skin beyond the door. It took everything I had to prevent myself from yanking the door open and just threw myself in his embrace.

Perhaps that was why Zia was covering the door handle with her back.

"Sweetheart," he called again, and I realized I hadn't been replying. But when I opened my mouth, my voice came out cracked and pathetically weak.

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you're still there," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Of course, I'm still here! Where do you think I would go?" the forgotten vigor in my voice came back.

How dare he think I would leave?! After all this time?!

But then, his reply got me stiffened and feeling guilty for scolding him in my mind.