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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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Occasional rest has a lot of benefits

"Hmm...what are you going to do during this 'free time'?" I asked the excited girls, but they only looked at me blankly.

"Dunno!"

And laughed cheerfully.

"We just happy to not be on the road for a bit," Zarfa shrugged.

"Mm, mm--no matter how nice I try to make the carriage run, it will never be as smooth as a car," Aina sighed. "Do you know how envious I was of the flying carriage in the Demon Realm?"

Well...to be fair, only the wealthy could have enough resources to operate a flying carriage, but at least Zarfa should be able to have one. I nudged her and smirked. "Hey, maybe once the Goddess is back, the relationship between the realms could be repaired and it will be possible to import tech."

Aina gasped and clasped her hands. "Motivation!"

Zarfa laughed and leaned back on her arm chair. "Ah...I only want to roll around in bed. Or sunbathe. Sunbathe seemed nice. The air is nice around here."