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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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579 Chs

I heard talking to your fetus is good for development

"Shwa! My baby!"

[Shwaaa! Jade is here!]

Together with Jade, I burst into the magical shed cheerfully. My heart felt a lot lighter thanks to Natha's prep talk and the servant's reassurance, and I wanted to share this feeling of joy with my baby-in-progress.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The fairies welcomed us cheerfully. They had become friendly even without the candy now, and always surrounded me first thing when I came. They'd play with my hair and sometimes braided it, and later on with Jade while I talked to Shwa, so they became really helpful.

Perhaps they considered us part-fairies now, which was cute.

"Shwa, let's have a picnic today!" I took out a big basket from the storage ring as well as a few blankets.