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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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607 Chs

It can't always be sunshine and rainbow

Natha's outstretched arm as he tried to catch me struck the barrier first.

"What?" his eyes widened, and he pounded the invisible barrier with his fist. "Vale--"

Khieeeeeek!

A loud screeching sound filled the air, and we were shaded by a looming shadow. Before Natha could look up, the wyvern legs had already slammed to the ground behind me. Hard and threatening.

SLAM!

The force of the rough landing pushed the astonished guards back, and Natha looked at me with widened eyes; stunned and frozen. Did he start to question everything now? Would it be enough to snap him out of the King's influence?

I sure hope so. Otherwise, what was the point of me bleeding our hearts?

[Papa!]