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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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646 Chs

Family is a privilege one often overlooks

Beauty was relative, but the first thing the guests thought the moment they looked at the balcony was 'beautiful'.

The Lord has always been a fearful existence, even to those who were already used to him. Rarely could people look at the Lord in his silver eyes, because they would feel as if they were in a clutch of their worst fear. It was inevitable, because he was a Nightmare that had witnessed all kinds of fear on a battlefield.

But at that time, it was as if the fear enveloping the Nightmare dissipated. They could see his soft smile and admiring gaze as he led his newly wedded spouse to stand near the balcony railing.

But they could understand.