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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

Even in regard to punishment, we should be generous

I raised my hand like a good boy. "I have a question, my Lord."

"You may ask, my sweetheart."

"Does this mean we can decide the punishment on our own?" I glanced at him.

Rather than answering right away, he glanced at Hagai, who immediately straightened his back. His already serious expression turned even more solemn, and when I was wondering why he was like that, the demon opened his mouth, spewing words in a courtroom clerk's dry intonation.

"Should a crime be committed on the Castle grounds, the right to enact punishment shall fall to the Lord of the Castle," Hagai started. "Additionally, the Lord shall grant the right to decide the corresponding punishment to; one, the party who received the most harm, and two, those designated as the Lord's proxy."

Wow...was Natha using him as a text recorder or something?

"Would you look at that," our dear Demon Lord patted my shoulder. "You even fulfilled both conditions, sweetheart."