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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

Have you ever pictured a little bird with a flowy dress?

"Arta! Arta! Listen to this!"

Zia pulled Arta down to the couch the moment the vassal strolled through the door, almost knocking on her big wedding journal--my wedding journal?--off her hands.

"What's the fuss?"

"Have you heard about bridesmaids?"

Arta tilted her head, and Zia flailed her hands excitedly. "Tell her! Tell her!"

Mother! How could she expect me to explain what a bridesmaid was? I had never attended a wedding in my life! Not as a guest, much less on the side of an organizer. Even if I did, I was a man, so I wouldn't know the bride's side of things.

Not that I knew anything about the groom's side either.

Well...I guess this time, I had to consult the movies and dramas I watched in my previous life.