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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

Intense feelings are exhausting, no matter what kind

Aah...truly, having a friend is a good thing!

As expected of my dearest old friend, she knew exactly what I was getting at. I would have come to allow negotiation in the first place, but it wouldn't be too credible if it came from me, right?

Since it was the other party who 'requested' a negotiation, I could proceed without losing any bargaining position. 

Honestly, it was tiring, getting angry. I was channeling both my and Valmeier's disappointment, and it exhausted my mental capacity to process this anger, this sorrow I had suppressed ever since I heard about her from D'Ara. Of course, I knew that it was also a part of what fate had drawn for us, but...that didn't mean I could just forgive her for what she did to grandmother.