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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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654 Chs

Between cotton candy and a soft place

"You said two weeks!"

This time, Zia really was angry. She was sulking so much and refused to get out of her rooms ever since she knew I was going through the portal with Jade in tow. Like now, I had been talking to her through the door.

Well, with me and Jade leaving the Lair, it would mean she lost her two friends, and the tower would go back to how it was before I arrived--which, according to her, was boring. I remembered how it was after my only friend in the past, that author girl died, so I understood her a little bit.

"But it's not like I go far? You can just visit me through the portal?" I reasoned with her. "I will leave my communication orb here, so you can call me whenever."

"But you won't be physically here!" she argued. "What...what if I want to talk with you in the middle of the night? What if I want to discuss something after dinner--you won't even be here during dinner! I'm going to have to eat alone again!"