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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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660 Chs

I found out that morally...my romantic life is questionable

I had gone to Natha's companies before, but it was either with Lesta or Eruha, never with Natha.

And boy, it was different.

No matter how high the two vassal's position was, they were not the Big Boss. And when the Big Boss came without prior notice, it was chaos.

Well, they weren't bumbling or anything; Natha had enough mercy to tell them we were coming through a messenger this morning. So, by the time we arrived at the merchant guild, all the staff were already lining up to greet us--well, him. But I could see the anxiety behind their forced smile, and although it was still considered morning, some of them, especially the managers, were perspiring.

But their anxiety was mixed with confusion when they saw the Big Boss came with a little boy in his arms. When did the Lord have a child? They were probably wondering, but had no wit to ask, only stealing glances while bowing until we disappeared behind the elevator.