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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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701 Chs

Even in the wild, we have to presume innocence until proven guilty

"We're being followed," I told them quietly, trying to be as discreet as possible.

But these guys lack wits.

"What?!" Ian and Aina replied loudly. It was fortunate that I turned on the noise-cancellation barrier beforehand.

Still, I glared at them without looking too agitated so the people following us wouldn't find out. "Sush."

They pressed their lips, and my two little companions clasped their hands over their mouths, even though they hadn't made any sound before. Cute. It immediately unraveled my tension, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"What to do?" Zarfa glanced at me with a strange twinkle in her eyes. It reminded me of Jade, who was annoyed about not participating in the mercenary attack in the forest.

"Just continue naturally," I told him. "We still don't know if they were only sent to watch, so it is better not to make any suspicious move."