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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+
Not enough ratings
496 Chs

Fun time in new place begets melancholy

Thankfully, no one barged into the Lord's office while I was there and making out with Natha. Perhaps Eruha told them not no disturb us, or perhaps they just didn't dare to go inside until Natha summoned them.

At any rate, I was spared from further embarrassment, and Natha was pleased enough at my reasoning that he permitted me to have that lessons with Lesta and Eruha.

So it was all good.

When I first arrived here a few days ago, I thought I would have to stay quietly in the private quarters. Since he said it was a trial, I thought I wouldn't meet with anyone but the servants.

I certainly did not expect to arrive in front of all his vassals, or ended up spending a nice and friendly time with half of them. I especially never thought I'd get to reconcile with the bald one—Caba was it?