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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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"A...a way?"

We stirred instantly. I straightened my back and Natha took a seat on the bed, gripping the armrest of the chair D'Ara sat on. Jade, who didn't know anything, blinked and stared at D'Ara from my shoulder.

"Don't get too excited," the vampire waved her hand. "I said 'might'."

"Still..."

"What is it?" Natha asked with a stiff voice. I could see that he held himself back as much as he could, but his impatience was leaking through the drop in temperature.

Thankfully, I had a portable heater on my shoulder.

"Transferring mana directly is impossible," D'Ara rubbed her lips as her blood-red eyes narrowed. "Even vampires have to consume the source of mana first--Jade is also the same, right?"

[Ung! Jade eat yummy balls that Papa make!] The little bird nodded cheerfully, happy to be a part of the discussion.

"But...if it's about consuming..."