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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

Everything is chaotic, and not everything is fun

"Introduce..."

The humans seemed to be hesitating, so I told them straight. "I mean, shouldn't I have the right to know the identity of the people who barge into my home?"

Again, they flinched and flustered, especially the Hero and the Elementalist. Gosh--it was so easy to utilize their righteous conscience.

In the end, the one who started first was the oldest among them; Miss Elementalist. "You're right, we've been discourteous," she sighed and straightened her unbent back as she looked at me and bowed her head slightly with a hand over her chest. "My name is Fatia Indria; the daughter of the current Dailamy regent."

"Aha!" I clapped my hands once; so she was the daughter of the revolution leader in the Hero's last hero-ing activity. I could see now that she had the mannerisms of an aristocratic family. "Does it mean you're the one with the biggest stake in this...thievery?"

After all, it was her land that needed purification.