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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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497 Chs

One does not simply come to insult the host

"Are you telling me to leave Natha?"

I didn't realize it immediately, but I was raising my voice then. No, I wasn't yelling, just became a bit loud and probably sounded offended. Jade, perhaps feeling my fluctuating emotions, flew down from the pillar and landed on my shoulder.

But I had no leeway to respond to the little bird's inquisitive stare and its incessant question about whether or not I was alright. I was too busy returning the unapologetic gaze from the elves. 

"The child of nature should live in the land blessed by Lady Apheriel, it's where they rightly belonged," the elf lady said, in an annoyingly calm voice as if she never considered what she insinuated was downright rude to me and Natha.

Oh, I'm so going to join Izzi to badmouth them next time.